OK, so back in January we lost our "old" Golden Retriever, Gracie, while we were in Florida. (Bummer.)
It took three months to track down a reputable breeder who had pups. We finally found one just outside of Trenton, NJ.
On a Wednesday evening at the end of April we rode to the breeder's house, picked out our pup (one of a litter of ten!), named her Molly, and brought her home.
The next day I took her to work with me. We have a little crate so she can relax from the stress of having noisy vacuum cleaners and sewing machines running, people coming in and out, and all the other distractions of being in a retail location. (You can see how stressed she is in the center photos.)
Flash forward a few weeks, when our granddaughter, Dusty (shown here, holding Molly) asked me one day when I had called Molly "my baby," just how SHE was related to Molly, if Molly was my baby. I thought for a moment and said, "Well, I guess she would be your Aunt."
So, now when Molly starts acting up while she's at work with me, I'll text Dusty and say, "Will you please come and get your Aunt Molly???" So she does, and everything gets nice and quiet at work. Next thing you know, someone comes in and asks, "Where's Molly?" I just roll my eyes, and explain that Molly has left for the day.
Molly is our permanent Employee of the Month.
She now weighs in at over 30 pounds, as you can see by the photo at far right.