My adopted dogs

We have adopted 3 dogs in all and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.

The first adopted dog was "Goldberg", adopted in August of 1998. Goldberg was named after a wrestler by my son. Goldberg was a black lab & god knows what. He was black & white & probably the best dog ever. Goldberg had a somewhat rough life. We only had him a few days when he got horribly sick. He had diarrhea and was listless. Come to find out, he had parvo. Parvo will usually kill a dog, but we must have caught it in the nick of time. After a few days in the doggy hospital, Goldberg was good to go. Next, on a fishing trip with my son and his girlfriend, Goldberg fell into the pond. My son jumped in and saved the day, not to mention the dog. A few months later, we moved into our new home. While backing up in our yard to deliver our washer, our friend kind of hit Goldberg with his van. No big deal, Goldberg carried on! A month or two later, we went to a baseball game. When we returned and walked into the house, Goldberg had a huge bump on his head! According to the neighbors, Goldberg was out when we left ( must have snuck out!). He went in the raod, and got hit by a car! No big deal, Goldberg again pulled through.

We could take Goldberg out of state to my Grandmothers or to my sisters, and he would always stay in their yard- without a leash!

He was unusually kind to those with disabilities and illness. He loved the litle boy I babysat that would sit around and chew on Goldbergs tail or pull on his ear. After my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, Goldberg would sit right near him whenever he was here! Dad died in May 2004. In the spring of 2006, Goldberg had to be put to sleep, and went to visit Grandpa up in that big playground in the sky. He himself had cancer from what the vet could tell. Goldberg was one in a million-a faithful friend that will never be forgotten.