This blog started with 7 posts, each representing one of the dogs in my life. I figured I owed it to them after spending two months documenting my memories of Devo immediately after his death.

It has turned into a collection of Golden pictures, dog stories, articles and anything else that is on my mind. After adopting Lady (May 2008), it provided a chance for her to be my first, completely digital dog.

I grew up in Phoenix and then served 4 years in the U.S. Air Force before deciding to restore some moisture to my soul; so in 1974 I moved to Seattle. My little brother Chip was still at home and one day a friend of my Dad's delivered a Golden Retriever puppy to the Phoenix household. As we all know "every boy needs a dog". They named her Sadie and she was the start of our love affair with this kind and gentle breed. Even though I was living in the Northwest, I still got to spend a lot of time watching Sadie grow into a free spirited Golden clown. I was hooked. As soon as I was able to buy a house of my own (1985), I went looking for my very own Golden Boy puppy and found Sunny.

This blog is dedicated to all the beautiful furry friends that have blessed my life. Starting in 1976 with Sadie and continuing in blog-o-logical order (my 3 Golden heart dogs each have a biography page which are linked at the top of this page). My adopted, senior Golden "Lady" dominates the majority of the posts and is my digital superstar. Sadly, on 
March 1, 2011 - Lady left us for the rainbow bridge and is running free with many of her friends. She now has her own "Lady Lifeforce" blog. The Link is on the side panel of this blog.

April 13, 2011 -  Adopting another senior Golden: Hello Easton, welcome to Golden paradise with KT and Andi. We look forward to you being part of our life. You are a wonderful boy. I will enjoy making you a digital superstar too.

July 23, 2014 - Easton has surpassed the 3 year mark with us, proving that adopting senior dogs can extend their time on this earth longer than was previously believed by all who thought this was a bad idea. He is a little rickety, like an old piece of farm equipment with wobbly wheels, but a strong engine that enjoys harvesting all the love and attention on his Golden plantation. Walks are much shorter now and he must be on a leash at all times. Why? Easton still thinks he's 3 years old and wants to run and cut when his is feeling spunky. Last time he did that, his one good leg collapsed and it's never been the same. It's funny, I'm still not sure how old he is. Like Lady, there were no records of any kind in his suitcase when he jumped into the back of the MDX for the trip to his furever home.
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