How did I get so lucky? And I mean LUCKY!!! I remember being in a shelter and I remember getting hurt really bad that made me have a leg that I can’t bend very well. I’m only 3 and it seems like all I can remember are bad things and pain and no body wanting me. Someone even shot me with a gun and that made me almost give up. But I didn’t and now I know why. It’s because some wonderful people were waiting for me. My new mom and dad help AGA and do lots of things that are really important. Things that AGA couldn’t get along without. Since they are volunteers I’m going to be an AGA volunteer too. I might have to go with dad when he fixes things and makes things for AGA. I’ll get the tools he needs and help him take care of “Bireley”. That’s a big make believe Golden. Sometimes we might have to paint him. He has a wagon to ride in with extra room for me I think. This is a very exciting home to live in with a sister dog, three cats and four kids. Like I said, it’s good to never give up because you might just miss a lot of good things. And here I am to prove it! Your friend, Frankie (And, I am keeping my name!)