Hello! Finally I made it and every minute of my journey I was sure I wouldn’t. I was just left at an animal shelter way over in Alabama -it’s called being “abandoned”. That’s the worst word to hear- so scary! It means you are all alone and no one is coming back to tell you it was all a mistake and then drive you back to your home. I found out that that just wasn’t going to happen – no way. I had heard about rescue groups that help dogs and some nice people at the shelter called their friends at AGA here in Georgia and before I knew it they brought me here. That was better than staying at the shelter but still, I was sad that my owner threw me away and never looked back. We dogs can’t understand the mean stuff that people do sometimes. I was 3 years old, with a handsome red colored coat and a little white mark on my chest. I liked riding in the car on my way here and looking out the window and I was showing everyone what a friendly boy I was. I was neutered and then placed into a foster home. My foster mom enjoyed watching me come out of my shell. I enjoyed my walks, trips to the dog park, meeting new people and new dogs, and following her around at all times. I met a lot of families but none of them seemed right for me but I was not bothered by this one bit. I knew all along I wasn’t going anywhere…I was already home with my mom. I now have a retired mom and a 4 year old golden sister named Annie (formerly AGA Snowball). Here’s to my new beginning…living the (red) golden life.