So, let me tell you about this happy little Golden.

Back in 1999, we lost our 15-year old miniature dachshund–an event that was incredibly sad, but not wholly unexpected, since she lived a long, full doggy life. But, see, within a couple of months, I was obsessing on the idea of getting a new dog. I was buying and reading books on dog training. Looking at cute pictures. Pouncing on nice dogs in the park. Obsessing.

Only–and I’ve told this story before–Mom swore that we would NOT be getting any more dogs. And thus began my campaign–the Campaign to Get a Dog. I still say that I felt like I was 12 again, begging Mommy and Daddy for a puppy. I talked about dogs. I read about dogs. I researched dog breeds, and my dog-book-library started to grow.

This picture–of that happy, doggy face was part of the campaign. I knew that he was there to welcome the new dog, but I told Mom that he would just be there to welcome people to our house. (Yeah, like she bought that excuse.) Of course, this friendly little dog wasn’t the winning move in my campaign. No, that was when I told Mom that, if I GOT a dog, I’d name her Katama, and we could call her Katy. If you don’t know, Katama is the South Beach area of Martha’s Vineyard, and the family joke is that Mom can’t resist anything from Martha’s Vineyard. It worked, anyway, because in October, my little Katy came to join the family.

I’m sure, though, that this little fellow definitely helped. Who could resist such a happy face?

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