My first dog as a kid was a Golden Retriever and now my first dog as an adult in my own home is a Golden. The first one was an 11 year old, old-man when I was born and spent his day hanging out by my crib even though I would poke his eyes, pick his nose, pull his ears, and climb all over him when my parents let me loose. But I guess he thought I was so cute that he didn’t care. Now my new baby Golden pulls my hair, bites my ankles, climbs all over me and chews my knuckles raw –but he’s so cute and fluffy that I don’t care – so everything’s come full circle. But really, they’re the best dogs and I’m so psyched to get to raise one as my own.