Oh, my goodness! I can finally relax. The nice folks at the Atlanta Humane Society asked AGA to help me find a home. You see, I am what they call a “stray”. Nothing is worse! No home, no one coming to get me, no name, lost and alone and no way to tell anybody who I am. All the new people I meet now are trying to piece together what they learn about me so I can find a new and wonderful home. My new doctor says I am sweet and a real fan of dog treats. (True – I love treats!). They guess I am 10 months old (probably) and a healthy youngster (true). Goldens that are still young usually have some “learning” to do, need plenty of active time to wear off energy and a nice fenced yard in order to do that. I’ll bet I didn’t used to have a fence and that’s why I got to be “stray”. Youngsters like me need attention from people and often learn best from nice, friendly adult dogs who can take them under their “wing” – er – I mean leg? Anyway, I hope you are looking for me ’cause I am looking for you. Kisses from Beauty