When my owner threw me away at a shelter I thought that was the end of me. I am only 7 and it was too soon for me to be an angel dog. Way to soon. Thank goodness AGA came and got me. My owner had given me a bad report and said I was scared of storms and ran away when the thunder and lightning came. That wasn’t being a bad dog. That was being a frightened dog. All they had to do was let me come inside. I guess they didn’t want to do that because I was all dirty and matted. Wouldn’t anyone expect that when I never had a bath or a brushing? Well, my life has changed for sure. I’ve been adopted by a family who told me they will not leave me alone in storms and they will take good care of me. Besides mom and dad I have a brother dog and a little girl for my sister. I think she’d like to put bows on my ears which is kind of a “girly” thing but I don’t mind. Maybe I can talk her into a necktie instead. I don’t want my brother golden laughing at me! Thank you everyone for saving me and showing me that a good life was waiting for me. Your friend, Rocky