Sad to report that Goldie is no more. Nearing her 16th birthday, her legs simply would not carry her any more. Our hearts were broken but we look fondly on the joy she gave us for so many years.
I was a happy puppy, especially when I could run like the wind in my new yard in Toronto.
My new parents were so proud of me, they sent our family picture on their Christmas cards.
My grandma came to visit me not long after I arrived at my new home.
My aunt Valerie made a dogfood cake for my second birthday. Yum!
I'm reading the card my Grandma sent me for my third birthday.
I gave my friend Riley a toy when he had his 'operation' and he replied with a nice email message.
People stopped looking at the Grand Canyon to ask about me.
This is me with my master in Victoria. People in James Bay stop to ask what kind of dog I am. (I'm a GoldenDoodle.)
This is me in front of the Victoria condo before they kicked us out. They said I was too big to live there.
I jump in and swim on my own. This is me on the dock at Ruth Lake where I spend summer.
I wear a coat and boots for an Ontario winter. But I'm missing a muzzle mitten.
Car rides used to be fun but I'd rather get out into the fresh air.
I was born at a home in Queensville, Ontario (30 minutes north of Toronto) on October 13, 2004. The place is called DoodleHeaven. You see, I'm a GoldenDoodle. That is, my birth father was a purebred Standard Poodle, and my mother was a purebred Golden Retriever.
I had eight brothers and sisters. They tell me that I was the smallest of the litter but I was also the friendliest. My first master says I always followed him around and was a very happy puppy.
My new parents, Ken and Vilia, adopted me on December 11, 2004. I'm a lovable, friendly Doodle with non-allergenic fur that doesn't shed too much.