Yesterday I met Bear...an 8 week old golden retriever...almost white...a beautiful luscious cream color. He was going to live with a friend, to be his best friend, to set his life on forward, not stalled. Once released from a crate after a 3 hour drive to San Antonio, Bear, promptly shook and walked in the grass, sniffed the air, and I had the feeling that he was just quite simply enjoying the moment. No expectations of what is coming next, no fear of the unknown, just happy to be alive and praised for doing his 'business' in the grass. We took him to my friend's house where he walked in like he owned the place, and yes, he now has officially claimed it.
He sniffed each room, found a ball, a sock with a knot in it, and a pillow on the sofa. He romped, he played, he shoved the ball with his nose, and he would come up to both of us and want to be cuddled and snuggled and told what a good boy he was, as his tail never stopped wagging. He knew life was simple and good and easy.