I am called a name of something that is very, very small. But small I am not at 83 pounds! I am 18 months old and it takes a lot of acorns to make that many pounds. I don’t know how I found myself in a shelter but AGA came to my rescue. My new dog doctor says I am a “great” fellow so maybe that means I am part Great Pyrenees and part Golden. Get it? Great? I am kind of a kidder and plan to have some really fun times with my perfect new family! My foster mom told my new dad all about me and he couldn’t wait to met me – of course, along with his whole family and my now canine brother Blitzen! I was a Christmas surprise for my new human siblings. In addition to a new family from Santa, I also got a new name – Comet. And no, I am not friends with Rudolph (or at least not yet)! However, I am waiting to see who mom or dad brings home next… Thanks again AGA, Love Comet!