My name is Caitey, which is named after my 2nd sister Caitlin. My mom also calls me “sweetheart” or “bad girl” depending on what I just did or her particular mood at that moment -- mommy is a big cat and you know cats have mood swings.
I am a pure breed Golden Retriever and I am almost 6 months now. Hope this does not scare you but I am already over 50 lbs but technically I am still a puppy. I am with my human family today because of my sister Caitlin’s relentless bugging and begging to my mom for a Golden Retriever puppy.
I was born on June 22nd 09, at a breeder in Pennsylvania. My doggy dad’s name is Hillside Von Boise and my mom is Pine Tree Lilly I per my birth record. I was adopted on Aug 18th and picked up by my family 2 days later. When I 1st stepped into my new home 4 months ago, I was barely 10 lbs. Mommy sometimes wishes I could stay small just a bit longer, she says it is like "blink" and I am too big to look like a puppy any more.
Mommy always says that it was like “love at 1st sight” when she laid her eyes on me at Puppy Barn for the 1st time. She says that I looked like a cute, fragile and scared little furry ball (mommy is never short of compassion for the underdog, pun intended). So when my two baby brothers clumsily stepped right over me to run to mommy, she asked to pet ME instead because she never liked bullies. When I rested in her arms, ahhhhh, I felt heavenly warm and secure for the 1st ever since I was taken away from my canine parents.
Mommy says that I am the best puppy one can ever find in the whole wide world and my family is very fortunate in having me. It is not blind love mind you, I have earned her trust with hard work. Like I was “almost” potty trained in just a week (except those occasional leak accidents when I got overly excited and lost control like an old lady); like I could tell mommy’s footsteps upstairs from others and happily ran to greet her when she came down just days after I joined my family; Like when I was sick and just had surgery, I would still manage to walk on my wobbly legs to throw up outside the house so I did not have to ruin my mom’s shining floor. Whenever mommy goes out to travel, she says I am the one who is constantly on her mind.
People often call blondes dumb, but my mommy says that I have beauty as well as brain, tee hee. Mommy likes my kind and intelligent eyes, which will always focus on her and behave like an angel whenever she has a treat in her hand.
I am a pure breed Golden Retriever and I am almost 6 months now. Hope this does not scare you but I am already over 50 lbs but technically I am still a puppy. I am with my human family today because of my sister Caitlin’s relentless bugging and begging to my mom for a Golden Retriever puppy.
I was born on June 22nd 09, at a breeder in Pennsylvania. My doggy dad’s name is Hillside Von Boise and my mom is Pine Tree Lilly I per my birth record. I was adopted on Aug 18th and picked up by my family 2 days later. When I 1st stepped into my new home 4 months ago, I was barely 10 lbs. Mommy sometimes wishes I could stay small just a bit longer, she says it is like "blink" and I am too big to look like a puppy any more.
Mommy always says that it was like “love at 1st sight” when she laid her eyes on me at Puppy Barn for the 1st time. She says that I looked like a cute, fragile and scared little furry ball (mommy is never short of compassion for the underdog, pun intended). So when my two baby brothers clumsily stepped right over me to run to mommy, she asked to pet ME instead because she never liked bullies. When I rested in her arms, ahhhhh, I felt heavenly warm and secure for the 1st ever since I was taken away from my canine parents.
Mommy says that I am the best puppy one can ever find in the whole wide world and my family is very fortunate in having me. It is not blind love mind you, I have earned her trust with hard work. Like I was “almost” potty trained in just a week (except those occasional leak accidents when I got overly excited and lost control like an old lady); like I could tell mommy’s footsteps upstairs from others and happily ran to greet her when she came down just days after I joined my family; Like when I was sick and just had surgery, I would still manage to walk on my wobbly legs to throw up outside the house so I did not have to ruin my mom’s shining floor. Whenever mommy goes out to travel, she says I am the one who is constantly on her mind.
People often call blondes dumb, but my mommy says that I have beauty as well as brain, tee hee. Mommy likes my kind and intelligent eyes, which will always focus on her and behave like an angel whenever she has a treat in her hand.
I know a lot of commands like "sit", "down", "watch me", "go potty", "roll", "come", "OK", "no", "leave it" and "take it". I also know common words like "treat", "food", "water", "toy", 'out", "walk", "mommy", and "daddy" etc. Like any other Golden puppy, I obey these commands most of the time, and sometimes mommy does not have to say a word -- as soon as she grabs her jacket I will be waiting for her at the door.
In case you don't know about this, we Goldens Retrievers rank 4th in intelligence among all dog breeds. We also rank first in working as service dogs, followed by Labs and Golden/Lab mix. Our friendly, loving, tender and flexible temperament makes us one of the most popular breed among people. My family went to a 3-month puppy obedience training program with me, and mommy is planning on get more intermediate training for me. Eventually mommy hopes that I can become a good canine citizen and get to be a therapy dog that helps the seniors and children to overcome stress.
It sounds like a lot of work but seriously I think it is quite easy to be a dog. I mean I get a treat every time I go potty outside, you probably will get slapped if you try begging for one from your mom for doing the same thing. See I get rewarded for not doing something bad, but you on the other hand might not get that from doing something good. Mommy says all good and beautiful dogs like me go to heaven, so I think I will still be a dog in my next life.
You should have sensed by now that I love my mommy the most. She is the person I go to if I want something. I don’t have to beg hard, I just give her this sad puppy look, mommy will be like “Oh my poor baby, are you hot? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you sick?”...... and before I know it, she will be back with a handful of tasty treats and I will have my feast. Funny thing is that she always tells other people not to give me wet food or over feed me, but she is a compulsive feeder herself. She will steal yummy pork chops or roasted chicken from daddy’s pot and feed me behind his back. Occasionally she will get mad at me for something a puppy will typically do, like having “leak” accidents in the house or stealing my sister’s slippers or ripping her dress etc, but she never stays mad for too long. One thing I am absolutely certain is that she will always come back to me with her motherly love, care and lots of treats.
My dad on the other hand, is one of those men who have that bulldog type of personality, that is, regardless of what you want or how much you beg, they go by their own rules so you can just save your breadth and tears. Man that ex dog-eater (like a lot of the Chinese) can hold a piece of chicken in his hand and have fun seeing my jump up and down for ages till mommy threatens to smack his head, and then he will give it to me -- reluctantly. Can you believe that he was the one who almost sent me back to Puppy Barn, just because I pooped and peed on his new floor like any new puppy will do? Thank heavens because of the way my mommy and my sisters protested, I got to stay – on probation. I have to say now that I am fully trained and well behaved (well at least most of the time), that dog-eater starts to really like me, well you know men all fall for us blondes any way.
Daddy is the best cook in the house and I love the chicken, pork and everything else he cooks. Speaking of food, mom makes sure that I eat balanced and healthy food with a good mix of kibble, meat, brown rice & barley, and fruits & veggies. If she buys any prepared food from the stores for me, she will use her Sherlock Holmes magnifier to check the labels so I don’t accidentally eat anything that has artificial ingredients in it. “You will live a long and happy life with me” mommy often says. “Your sisters will leave me in the empty nest after they fly to college, but you sweetheart stay with me forever”, which I will gladly do.
My eldest sister Claire is one of those very smart but “lean-mean-pushy-machine” kind of kids. She is a Collie lover (she certainly acts like one the way she herds and bosses me around) and whines every single day because my mommy would not get her one… yet. Mommy wants to get me a sweet and handsome male British Golden as my lifetime companion, but Claire does not want another Golden because she says we are over friendly and would probably “hold flashlights for the robbers to clean out the house”.
She is actually the real trainer in the house and I have no choice but to listen to her because I know she means business. I don’t even get oxygen to breathe if she is not happy with me, sniff sniff. I was confused about my potty schedule when I was only 2-month old, but that mean-ager (oops, meant "manager") told mom that I “could have prostate issues”. EXCUSE ME? ME, a beautiful female puppy?! UGH!
Just wait till she gets married -- I will tattle tell on her to her future husband so he knows what he is getting himself into!
Caitlin, my 2nd sister, has my kind of temperament, I mean personality. She is a little shy but is warm and kind and loving and caring and compassionate and considerate…. our merit list goes on and on but you get the idea. She is the one who would patiently brush and comb me from head to tail after she comes back from school in the afternoon. She will gently stroke my head and tummy when I am not feeling well.
Caitlin is so soft and mushy that even I can bully her sometimes, like I can ignore her order and easily steal treats out of her hand (I know, bad puppy). Once I got her crying because I kept dragging her feet behind to chew on the two little cute monkey heads on her slippers. When mommy had it and took out a pair of new penguin slippers for her, I dropped the old monkey heads instantly and grabbed the new pair right under Caitlin’s nose and ran away. By the way, every morning my favorite thing to do is to go upstairs and steal my sisters’ shoes. That act gets them upset and gets off bed right away -- works like a charm every time!
Let us see, so far I’ve had my first summer, fall and winter ever since I joined my family. I like summer because I get to chew and dig the green grass in the backyard when my parents are not watching, and I love chasing my sisters all over the place and get them (especially Caitlin the wimpy) screaming. I love autumn because I can chase the leafs that are blown by the wind on the streets; I also get to go to every house with my mom and my sisters on Halloween – they will say “trick-or-treat” and I will bark “Give me a hotdog or give me a hot dog (as my boyfriend)!". I am not a big fan of winter because my mom is chicken scared of the cold weather and dreadful of taking me out often in the chill and wind. I have to settle with running after the balls she throws down the hallway.
If there is anything that is a little less than perfect, I will have to say that I don’t have any play pals of my size in the neighborhood. Let us see, we have a tiny male Bichon next door who, with his Napoleon syndrome, thinks he is huge and yaps 24/7. We have a creamy male spaniel mix across the street who is so aloof that you would think that he was a monk in his past life. That dog likes to roam all over the place and got lost so many times that the policemen in our town know him very well. Then there is this 6-year old black lab a few houses down the street who thinks that I had too much coffee and is too hyper to be her pal, sheesh! The last one is this like two-ounce lap dog down at the end of the street ...... sigh, what can I say? I am going to be a 90-lb big girl and I have no interest in socializing with mini toy dogs. Geez!
So, I am looking forward to the day when mommy brings my male companion into the family. Mommy says that she will get him when I am fully house trained but I hope mommy does it soon. I hope I don't have to change his stinky diaper when he comes in like a crying baby though. My kind of Prince should be tall and handsome and protective and kind and preferably loaded, with treats just for ME -- me me me! Please please please mommy, don’t marry me to someone pushy and bully like a Collie or a German, another Golden will be most ideal. I will put on my best behavior and act as sweet as an angel to him. I hope he will love me and I will love him and we will be SO happily ever after!
That is it everyone. If you need my therapeutic licks, just come over to our house with a bag of pork chops and I will smother your all over till you can’t handle it!
Last but the least, jingle jingle everyone. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
It sounds like a lot of work but seriously I think it is quite easy to be a dog. I mean I get a treat every time I go potty outside, you probably will get slapped if you try begging for one from your mom for doing the same thing. See I get rewarded for not doing something bad, but you on the other hand might not get that from doing something good. Mommy says all good and beautiful dogs like me go to heaven, so I think I will still be a dog in my next life.
You should have sensed by now that I love my mommy the most. She is the person I go to if I want something. I don’t have to beg hard, I just give her this sad puppy look, mommy will be like “Oh my poor baby, are you hot? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you sick?”...... and before I know it, she will be back with a handful of tasty treats and I will have my feast. Funny thing is that she always tells other people not to give me wet food or over feed me, but she is a compulsive feeder herself. She will steal yummy pork chops or roasted chicken from daddy’s pot and feed me behind his back. Occasionally she will get mad at me for something a puppy will typically do, like having “leak” accidents in the house or stealing my sister’s slippers or ripping her dress etc, but she never stays mad for too long. One thing I am absolutely certain is that she will always come back to me with her motherly love, care and lots of treats.
My dad on the other hand, is one of those men who have that bulldog type of personality, that is, regardless of what you want or how much you beg, they go by their own rules so you can just save your breadth and tears. Man that ex dog-eater (like a lot of the Chinese) can hold a piece of chicken in his hand and have fun seeing my jump up and down for ages till mommy threatens to smack his head, and then he will give it to me -- reluctantly. Can you believe that he was the one who almost sent me back to Puppy Barn, just because I pooped and peed on his new floor like any new puppy will do? Thank heavens because of the way my mommy and my sisters protested, I got to stay – on probation. I have to say now that I am fully trained and well behaved (well at least most of the time), that dog-eater starts to really like me, well you know men all fall for us blondes any way.
Daddy is the best cook in the house and I love the chicken, pork and everything else he cooks. Speaking of food, mom makes sure that I eat balanced and healthy food with a good mix of kibble, meat, brown rice & barley, and fruits & veggies. If she buys any prepared food from the stores for me, she will use her Sherlock Holmes magnifier to check the labels so I don’t accidentally eat anything that has artificial ingredients in it. “You will live a long and happy life with me” mommy often says. “Your sisters will leave me in the empty nest after they fly to college, but you sweetheart stay with me forever”, which I will gladly do.
My eldest sister Claire is one of those very smart but “lean-mean-pushy-machine” kind of kids. She is a Collie lover (she certainly acts like one the way she herds and bosses me around) and whines every single day because my mommy would not get her one… yet. Mommy wants to get me a sweet and handsome male British Golden as my lifetime companion, but Claire does not want another Golden because she says we are over friendly and would probably “hold flashlights for the robbers to clean out the house”.
She is actually the real trainer in the house and I have no choice but to listen to her because I know she means business. I don’t even get oxygen to breathe if she is not happy with me, sniff sniff. I was confused about my potty schedule when I was only 2-month old, but that mean-ager (oops, meant "manager") told mom that I “could have prostate issues”. EXCUSE ME? ME, a beautiful female puppy?! UGH!
Just wait till she gets married -- I will tattle tell on her to her future husband so he knows what he is getting himself into!
Caitlin, my 2nd sister, has my kind of temperament, I mean personality. She is a little shy but is warm and kind and loving and caring and compassionate and considerate…. our merit list goes on and on but you get the idea. She is the one who would patiently brush and comb me from head to tail after she comes back from school in the afternoon. She will gently stroke my head and tummy when I am not feeling well.
Caitlin is so soft and mushy that even I can bully her sometimes, like I can ignore her order and easily steal treats out of her hand (I know, bad puppy). Once I got her crying because I kept dragging her feet behind to chew on the two little cute monkey heads on her slippers. When mommy had it and took out a pair of new penguin slippers for her, I dropped the old monkey heads instantly and grabbed the new pair right under Caitlin’s nose and ran away. By the way, every morning my favorite thing to do is to go upstairs and steal my sisters’ shoes. That act gets them upset and gets off bed right away -- works like a charm every time!
Let us see, so far I’ve had my first summer, fall and winter ever since I joined my family. I like summer because I get to chew and dig the green grass in the backyard when my parents are not watching, and I love chasing my sisters all over the place and get them (especially Caitlin the wimpy) screaming. I love autumn because I can chase the leafs that are blown by the wind on the streets; I also get to go to every house with my mom and my sisters on Halloween – they will say “trick-or-treat” and I will bark “Give me a hotdog or give me a hot dog (as my boyfriend)!". I am not a big fan of winter because my mom is chicken scared of the cold weather and dreadful of taking me out often in the chill and wind. I have to settle with running after the balls she throws down the hallway.
If there is anything that is a little less than perfect, I will have to say that I don’t have any play pals of my size in the neighborhood. Let us see, we have a tiny male Bichon next door who, with his Napoleon syndrome, thinks he is huge and yaps 24/7. We have a creamy male spaniel mix across the street who is so aloof that you would think that he was a monk in his past life. That dog likes to roam all over the place and got lost so many times that the policemen in our town know him very well. Then there is this 6-year old black lab a few houses down the street who thinks that I had too much coffee and is too hyper to be her pal, sheesh! The last one is this like two-ounce lap dog down at the end of the street ...... sigh, what can I say? I am going to be a 90-lb big girl and I have no interest in socializing with mini toy dogs. Geez!
So, I am looking forward to the day when mommy brings my male companion into the family. Mommy says that she will get him when I am fully house trained but I hope mommy does it soon. I hope I don't have to change his stinky diaper when he comes in like a crying baby though. My kind of Prince should be tall and handsome and protective and kind and preferably loaded, with treats just for ME -- me me me! Please please please mommy, don’t marry me to someone pushy and bully like a Collie or a German, another Golden will be most ideal. I will put on my best behavior and act as sweet as an angel to him. I hope he will love me and I will love him and we will be SO happily ever after!
That is it everyone. If you need my therapeutic licks, just come over to our house with a bag of pork chops and I will smother your all over till you can’t handle it!
Last but the least, jingle jingle everyone. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
