Twenty-four hours ago, she was a typical long haired golden retriever. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my brother's dog.
Now, she is a somewhat untypical short haired golden retriever. Now, she is our dog. I really wouldn't call myself an animal lover. In fact, I've never wished for a pet. The only pets I've ever had were a hampster named Goldie, and a beta fish named Professor Plum, and they weren't all that exciting. I could very happily go through life without a pet. However, I have a husband and children who I love and who love animals. I also have a brother who needed a new home for his dog (a dog which I admittedly like and who is great with children). So we agreed to take her once we were settled. My only conditions are that she doesn't shed and stink all over our house. We spent two and a half hours cutting her hair and bathing her last night. Her fur is now 1/2 an inch long and she smells better; we could have knitted a new dog with all that we cut off! The kids are loving her, she's following Jim around like a shadow, and she is loving all the new smells out here. She even came back when I let her roam free. So far so good.