The time has come…my roaming days are over and it’s time for me to retire. I was on the run for almost a year and I got to say it was “the best of times and the worst of times.” Best of times is when I met kind people and they shared their food with me; the worst was when strangers tried to catch me and they would grab my collar and try to drag me away. Not something I am proud of – but I learned that when people grabbed me, if I snapped at the people, they would let me go. I finally had enough of worrying about where my next meal was coming from so I turned myself in. Someone saw the Golden in me and called Homeward Bound.
I am ten years old and I have been here about a month learning to trust again and getting all my medical stuff caught up. The people say that I am ready for my next journey…home. Because of my history I would be happiest in an adult only home where the people understand my fear of being grabbed. I am OK with other dogs but I would like my final home to be all about me. I wouldn’t mind a cat, they seem to understand about giving a guy some space. I don’t know any of the obedience commands but, for some reason, I am really good on a leash! It’s been a long time, but I have toys again! I am remembering how to play with them again and it sort of brings out the puppy in me. I find that I enjoy my time with people, I like being brushed and petted but I am not an in your face, kissy kind of guy.