Snickers…you might think that is a funny name for an eight-year-old Golden, but I am really getting used to that name. You see, somehow I got lost in the country amid cornfields, dirt, hot, and rainy weather. I didn't remember what my name was because I didn't have a collar on.
I was somewhat nervous and shy with all of the new surroundings, but with all of the attention and love I was getting, I thought…I am the luckiest Golden ever. My fosters, Megan and Ian, thought that I was really special and they adopted me. Now, I go for walks with them, go shopping, go to parks where there are a lot of other dogs, go camping, and I know that I won't get lost and I will be going home with them.