Adopted
Lake....
Hi, my name is Lake. A month ago I was just a six-month-old, 45-pound puppy
wandering around Lake Buchanan alone—lost, hungry and scared. A man from animal
control saw me and took me to his place and put me in a cage. A few days later
he told me that since no one had claimed me, the shelter had called GRR and they
were sending someone to see me. The very next day a nice lady appeared. It was
love at first sight for both of us! "What a beautiful Golden puppy!” she said.
“We want you to join our group, and since you were found at Lake Buchanan, we
will name you Lake.”
Well, she put me in her car and let me ride shotgun so I could cuddle up to her
all the way to Austin. In Austin she dropped me off at the vet’s and told me I’d
get my shots and then get fixed, and then my foster dad would pick me up. The
shots sounded kind of scary, but being fixed sounded easy even if I didn't
realize I was broke. I kind of had things backwards there, but it all turned out
fine!
When my foster dad came, he put his arms around me and let me snuggle up, and I
could smell another dog on him. That was exciting! When we got home I met dad’s
Golden, Prince, in person, and he is now my best friend even if he is a
middle-aged guy (4 or 5 years old). We run, play chase and tug of war, and do
lots of mock fighting. Prince lets me win a lot of the time, even though he is
twice my size. Sometimes he gets tired of playing with a puppy and tries to take
a rest, but I found out that if I grab his tail and keep pulling it he will jump
up again and chase me around.
When I moved in, dad was happy to find I was crate trained… but then I proved
that I was not housebroken, in fact I proved it many times. After a couple of
days, dad got to thinking. I had learned my name faster than any dog he ever
knew, so he knew I was smart. He figured maybe my housebreaking problem was due
to an infection. He was right! After taking some antibiotics I felt a whole lot
better. I learned to go to the back door when I have to potty, and I haven't had
an accident in the last 3 weeks! When I first moved in, I liked to counter surf.
The second day I was here, dad was making a sandwich and it smelled so good that
I stood up and put my feet on the counter to get closer to the smell, but my
feet landed on the sandwich. Dad was not happy about getting his lunch squashed
by two paws… so I decided not to surf when he was in the kitchen. But the next
day, when he was OUT of the kitchen, I ate two tomatoes, and the next day I ate
two pears, and then the next day—nothing! Dad learned not to leave food on the
counter. Besides, now I know there will always be two good meals every day, plus
treats, so I won’t be hungry like I was when I was lost and I don’t really need
to take food off the counters!
Dad’s side yard joins in with 4 other backyards with a common exterior fence,
and that makes a HUGE area for me and Prince to run around in. One lady and her
husband come out every day to pet us and throw the ball for us to chase.
Yesterday she was petting me and said I had the softest coat in such a pretty
caramel color. She then said that I was going to be a wonderful dog for some
family, just like Prince has been for dad. (Prince was a GRR foster 3 years
ago.) After she left, dad said that she was right: I WILL make a wonderful
forever dog for someone, and it’s time to start looking for my forever home.
That made me both sad and happy,. I’ll be sad to lose Prince and dad, since I
feel so secure and loved here, but I’m happy to think that I will soon have my
very own home and will never need to move again. Please call soon!