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Age: 6 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Berryhill's Blowin' in the Wind (Registered Name); D-dog; Pup Pup; Piggy; Wilbur; Dill Pickle
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August 27th 2007
CHEWING!!! Rope toys are awesome. DIGGING!!! Curling up in the kitchen. Being petted, that's why Therapy Dog visits are my favorite time of the week.
I like pretty much everybody and every animal I meet. Life is good! But I do NOT like to go out side when it is below 0 - my paws get too cold! Mason chewing on my ears.
Squeaky toys and Nylabones.
Dog treats! Yogurt. Strawberries and blueberries
Around the neighborhood on the walking paths. We go by a little pond, through a tunnel and through the woods. We always see old friends and make new ones.
I can catch my tail!!! Bringing in the newspaper every morning. And, carrying two tennis balls in my mouth at once. Sneaking Kleenex out of well-guarded waste cans. Catching bugs out of the air. Turning in circles waiting for his food bowl.
My human guardians found me from a new kennel, a long way from where they live, in Northeast Ohio. They drove a long way, on a very rainy day to see which one of the pups from my litter they wanted best - - and they chose me!!
Can we go out and play??
The Groups I'm In:
"Canadian Golden Retrievers" who want to be Friends with other Goldens..., **The Beautiful Goldens Of America!**, **^^Golden Retrievers Rok^^**, ♥All Fur Fun♥, Dyson Dogster/Catster, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Golden Retrievers Rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, The Big Dog Lounge, The Birthday & Gotcha Club, The Dog Park ;), The FURminator® Group For Dogs, Therapy Dogs International:
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|December 7th 2007
||More than 6 years!
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May 1st 2010 6:22 pm
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I had a really nice leather collar, until Mason ate it.
One day last week, Mason started chewing on my neck. Really, he was chewing on my collar. Mom was gone and Dad was in another room. He chewed, and chewed, and chewed. The collar came off, but he kept chewing it up and eating it. When Mom got home, all that was left was my tags, the buckle and a little piece of leather.
Mason ran away from Mom with the buckle in his mouth. He and Mom ran around and around the dining room table, until Mom finally cornered him and got it out of his mouth. Then she called the vet, because she was worried that much leather would make him sick.
The vet said that it was bad for him to have eaten it; and Mom had to make him throw it up. She gave him hydrogen peroxide until he threw up lots of pieces of the nice leather collar I used to wear.
Once Mason stops chewing things up, I will get a new collar. Until then, everyone in the house is keeping an eye on him so that he doesn't get into trouble again. I really liked that collar . . .
March 18th 2010 6:27 pm
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On Sundays, my Mom makes sure that I am brushed very well and look my best. I get to wear my red bandana and ride in her car to a place where there are lots of people who love to pet me. I don't think they know or remember who I am, even though we go there all the time. But, when I go to them, they smile, talk to me, and pet me. They love me and act happy to see me. Some of them talk to ME, even though they don't talk very much to anyone else.
Last week, we did something different. After visiting in one room with lots of people, we went to lots of rooms where there was only one person. They were very happy to see me, too. They all wanted to know when I would come back again to visit. One lady wanted me to climb up into her lap. I knew that I was too big and heavy to do that, so I just put both my paws in her lap and put my face as close to hers as I coul - she liked that.
I like being a therapy dog. I've gotten lots of practice lately, because my Dad has been sick. One day he came home and didn't act right. My two-legged brother took him to the hospital and he didn't come home for a long time. Mom said that he had a stroke. Because of that, he lost part of his vision. He has been home, spending time getting well and hanging out with me, Casey and Mason. He really likes it when I let him pet me and talk to me. Now he says that we are best friends (I think that makes Mom a little jealous). He is going to go back to work soon and I will miss him. But, when he comes home at night, I will be right there to welcome him home, hear about his day, and help him be happy.
Soon, my Mom and I will be going to a big hospital once a week to visit people. We went there to practice and get our pictures taken for security badges. Lots of people smiled and came up to pet me. I think it will be fun to go there and make more people smile.
Being a Therapy Dog is just about the best thing a dog could be.
October 19th 2009 7:17 am
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Now I know why I went to all those training classes and keep practicing with Mom! Yesterday we went on a visit to an alzeheimers and dementia unit at a nearby retirement community. I was a little nervous at first, and I think the people were too - I am a big dog. But, once Mom gave them my paw and let them pet me, they got used to me and started to pet my head and shoulders. It was so much fun! - what Golden doesn't like to be petted non-stop? One lady was really nice, she let me put my head in her lap and she talked to me while she rubbed my head. I can't wait to go back!! (And, mom took me to get Timbits on the way home because I was such a good dog!!)
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