I guess you could call me a survivor. I’m ten and all I really have known is living on the streets of Turkey. You have to be a tough dog to do that for so many years. It was a long, long trip getting here and I was glad to get out of my crate and be able to stretch my legs. It was a total surprise when my new mom and dad met me right away! What can I say? They were “goners” for me! Now I live with a brother and a sister dog. They are senior dogs like me because mom and dad think there is nothing like a senior dog! I have grand kids, mom works at home and dad is home a lot too. I even have a lake. This is really a “golden” home! Thank you everyone for saving me and giving me this chance. Your thankful boy, Captain