I used to be an AGA orphan and I was called Buttermilk. I was adopted back then and my name was changed to Finnigan- Finn for short. I didn’t stay in that home very long because the man that lived there said I had to go because his cats didn’t like me. Well, I didn’t much like them either! My first mom was my foster and, at first, she wanted me to stay forever. I tried to make a place for myself and be her best boyfriend ever but I guess it didn’t work because she said I had to leave too. I’ve learned a dog hardly ever wins in these situations so I decided it was not the place for me either. This time I was pretty lucky because my new family found me right away. My mom stays at home and does work and everyone knows all about retrievers. I even have a college girl sister who helped pick me out from all the other dogs at adoption day. It’s good to be wanted and live in a brand new home and I wouldn’t mind it either if I had a brand new name for my new life. Love you all, Finn