Never mind the fact that I'm a few days late on this, but Monday was National Golden Retriever Day. That's a thing? Apparently it's a thing. What doesn't have its own day anymore? Not complaining, though, because excuse me...Goldens are about the cutest thing on the planet.
Ahem. Enter Exhibit A.
(Be still my heart.)
Meet Ruby...the latest addition to our family. I've had the joy of owning four dogs in my life...three of which have been Golden Retrievers.
I should probably rephrase the above statement to four dogs have owned me. Let's face it: dogs are a LOT of work. Correction: PUPPIES are a lot of work. This little rascal owns my time and attention like a baby, because she IS a baby. But in the end, we all know these furry friends that come into our lives end up owning our hearts.
That's how she came into our lives. After the loss of my dearest love ever, Sasha, our eight year old Golden, who completely owned my heart, and shortly after my oldest son leaving for college (I still instinctively set the table for five), my heart was feeling a little...okay, a LOT empty. I didn't want to face the idea of adding a new puppy to our lives because I knew I could never replace Sasha. But, if I'm getting really honest here, my sweet husband could see how heartbroken I was and he proposed the idea of getting another puppy. When he asked me if I wanted one, I literally bawled. I think that was his answer.
And so began the search. I admit I considered other breeds. There are so many wonderful ones! I didn't know if I could handle another dog that would remind me too much of Sasha. But in the end, my heart came to a conclusion: once a Golden, always a Golden.
(Snuggles while making new friends with our neighbor's adorable German Shepard pup across the street! He'll soon be bigger than her!)
However, this time we decided to get all crazy a change it up a bit. ;) Ruby is an English Golden with pure European lineage. Sasha was an American Golden. (While ALL Golden Retrievers originate from the UK, Ruby's line continued there as opposed to crossing the pond. ;)
I can safely say that Ruby is not competing with Sasha as I can see clear distinction in their personalities. Sasha was a "princess" who did not like the rain. Potty time in the rain on wet grass was less than swift. (Queue memories of circling in the bitter cold, windy rain for 15 minutes. No lie. [Rolls eyes]. Hey, no pup's perfect.) ;) This little chunk of polar bear fur is not at all intimidated by it. Doesn't phase her a bit! Hallelujah. Good girl.
Also, Ruby is a cuddler! At four months old and roughly 35 lbs, she LOVES to curl up, more like lounge all over, your lap if you sit on the floor...or at least try to the moment you even kneel on the floor. It's completely adorable, genuinely sweet, very funny and still mostly tolerable, but in a few more months, I'm not sure my petite frame will withstand about double her weight. Lol.
Sweet, affectionate (when she's not puppy biting, lol) smart, goofy, clever...she's all that and a bag of chips.
I urge you to not let her intense cuteness factor fool you. I know, I know. It's hard. :) This pup is a piece of work. She has a bit of a stubborn streak that Sasha didn't have (or more than likely I just mentally blocked because let's face it, the puppy stage is not for the weary, people!) But I also know this little girl is carving her way into my heart and I'm doing all I can to make the bond with her as strong or stronger than before.
I long for that. And I think we're on our way.
Happy National Golden Retriever LIFE, Ruby. Thanks in advance for all the joy you're going to bring. We love you.