Foley is a Golden Retriever rescued a few years ago...

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A Battle of the Goldens

Note:  This evening, two of my Golden friends--Maggie Moo and Bennie--were in Clayton,to promote pet adoption and they even appeared on the news. After the filming finished, the squabbling began...

Bennie:  I got more footage than you, Maggie.  Being so young and handsome, the camera just fell in love with me!

Maggie Moo:  The only reason you got filmed so much is you kept moving around and saying "hi" to all the other dogs there.  I am a lady. I know to stand and wait and be patient... 

Bennie: Did you see Kelly and David Backes there?  They were the ones who invited us to this get-together.  David is a Blues hockey player.

Maggie Moo:  What is "hockey"?

Bennie:  Well, it's a sport, but since it's not played with a "ball," it's b-o-r-i-n-g! I'm not interested in it...

Maggie Moo:  And tell me again. Why were all of us rescue dogs hanging around in Clayton tonight?

Bennie:  There are a bunch of billboards that just went up in St. Louis, urging people to adopt a pet.  You know, Maggie Moo, Missouri is the # 1 puppy mill state.  That's horrible!
                   By the way, did you know I got to try sushi tonight?

Maggie Moo:  You did?  How did I miss out on that?

Bennie:  I keep tellin' you, I'm special.

photo by Witty nickname

Maggie Moo:  "I had to go after a squirrel
for a snack, since I missed out on the sushi!

Bennie:  Thanks to our two newest followers... Melody, we're glad you're keeping up with what we're doing.  Maybe you know someone who is in the market for a great dog like Maggie Moo me?

Maggie Moo:  And thanks also to Lisa Ricard Claro.  She has a blog.  She has a meme. I haven't a clue what either one of those are, but I hear she's a talented writer.  Thanks for adding yourself as a follower...

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Foley Says Thanks

          My mom makes me type up the posts for this blog, which cuts into my ball-playing time. And, it's hard to hit the right keys with these big paws of mine. 

         So it makes me feel good (although not as good as I feel at 8:00 when it's "carrot time") when I have snared some followers.

This is me, Foley. I get tired of other Goldens getting all the attention
with their photos, so I figured I would post a "beefcake" shot of me...

        A big thank to you to our first five followers:

Becky Povich---Becky is a blogger, a writer, and a dog-lover. She recently adopted a rescued dog named Vern, who isn't a Golden, but he IS golden-colored...He seems like he's a nice guy, but I haven't had the chance to sniff his butt yet.

Melissa---I think Melissa is one of the two-legged Love a Golden volunteers...

Michele---Michele has had foster dogs for Love a Golden and she does a lot of volunteering.  You can see her at various meet and greets and other events.  

Angie Borgman---Angie is a LAGR volunteer and foster mom. You can see her at various events---selling homemade dog biscuits and talking about the available dogs... 

Marcia Berry---is a volunteer, she's fostered our Goldens, and now she's working on a Love a Golden trivia night that will happen this spring.

       Thanks to all of you for becoming a follower.  Hopefully there will be more joining you soon...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

I'm the One Rod Stewart Sang About...

Okay, this is one of the photos that was taken when I was heavier than I am now.
And don't they say that the camera adds on 10 pounds?

         My name is Maggie Moo, and in a previous life, I was romanced by Rod Stewart.  He wrote his #1 song about my many charms, but since I would not give him permission to use my name, he changed it to Maggie May, and the rest is musical history...

        I mean, I'm an older girl, but I'm not that old!  After all, I'm only 13 but Rod is 70-something...And just like Rod Stewart can still shake his butt and prance around like a teenager, I still have oodles of life left in me.

        You want proof?  When Love a Golden Rescue got me, my owner had died.  They figure I was an outdoor dog, since it was obvious that tiled floors were unfamiliar to me once I got to my foster home.  Now, however, I have gotten used to the comforts of home, although I still love lying outside, basking in the sun and enjoying the scents that waft my way...

       Love a Golden also figured that my owner gave me any food---as much as I wanted---any time I wanted it.  I tipped the scales at 117 pounds.  But already, I've slimmed down to 90.3 pounds (as of March 18) and am on a mission. A mission to lose even more.

       Many of you men and women would like to know how I've lost so much weight in a short period of time.  I have two secrets:  watching what you eat and walking several times a day.

       My foster parents have put me on healthy chow (instead of food filled with calorie-packed fillers) and I don't get an unlimited amount.  I get the right amount for what would be my "normal" size. 

I watched one of those "Rocky" movies---the one where he
went to Russia---and I remembered he trained out in the snow of
Siberia.  If it works for Sylvester Stallone, maybe it can for me, too!

Note:  Do not start any diet without consulting your doctor.  I have a vet that keeps an eye on me, along with many followers that are rooting for me. When I get down to my ideal weight, someone has even promised to treat me to a "spa"day.  I am really looking forward to the cucumber mask!  Yum!  What did you say?  You mean the cucumber mask is not meant for consumption?  Darn!  But I will get a pedicure and a massage, won't I?

          I also take several walks every day.  And don't think my foster mom and dad have to drag me out the door and force me to walk.  I'm the one reminding them that it's my turn to go for a jaunt. 

        I get along splendidly with my foster siblings. I'm just waiting for the right people to come along who will become my new family.  Because they will be the lucky ones...(After all, I get monthly residual checks from Rod Stewart's label!)


Sunday, March 13, 2011

Buffy the Heart Slayer

This is me, Buffy, before I've gotten the chance to
put on any make up.  I've done my hair myself.
In spite of that, am I not a gorgeous girl?!?

      We Goldens keep telling Foley--our canine copywriter--that he needs to stop with the obscure connections. The "Unsinkable Mollie" and "Bennie and the Jets" and now..."Buffy the Heart-Slayer." Most people probably don't even remember the "Vampire-Slayer" television show but probably even fewer remember the "Family Affair" TV show with Buffy and Jody and Mr. French. So, we apologize for Foley's bad jokes (since he refuses to say, "I'm sorry.")

     My name is Buffy, and I am around 2 years old.  I'm doing really well in my foster home, I get along with my foster sibling (they are an extremely polite dog) and I'm a very good girl---in the house as well as out of the house.

    I am quiet, too. I have only barked one time, and that was when I saw my reflection.  (Hey, seeing another dog staring at me got me startled for a moment. I couldn't help it!)

    I am eager to find a forever home...a home I can grow with as I get into my teen years, my middle-aged years, and even older.

    Check me out at have recently found my forever home. But please check out the other great Golden girls and boys at our site.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Hi! I'm Haulsey

       Since I am part Irish Setter, I am better looking than your usual Golden Retriever.  (At least that's what I tell my friends who are pure Golden.)  I have the most gorgeous deep red coat, and very unsual (but quite handsome) ears.

      I'm also 10-years old, which means I'm way past the chewing-on-furniture and peeing-on-the-floor stage.  But don't think that just because I'm a "senior," that I'm past the point of enjoying attention.  I have gotten really used to being loved on in my foster home; I'm looking forward to continuing to soak up love in my forever home.

      My former family surrendered me because they had to travel and couldn't take me.  How about you? Are you looking for a great dog to adopt?  I could be just the one you're looking for...

       Go to and go to "Golden Boys."  You'll see a third photo of me and read a little more about me.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bennie and the Jets?

This is one of my "action" shots...Don't I look like I would
be a fun dog to have around?

           (Okay.  I thought the title was a bit lame, but Foley, who typed this up, thought a lot of people would connect with the Elton John song, so I'm deferring to his wisdom.) 

           There is something to be said for the folly of youth. I'm only 18 months old or so, which means I am energetic, because I still am part "puppy."  And just like teenagers get into occasional trouble, I am learning which toys I can play with, and I'm learning there's a time to jump and a time to refrain from jumping.

        However, since I am a youngster, that means I will be able to grow with your family. You'll be able to mold me and soon---I promise---I will become a seamless part of your home and your heart.

        The two-legged folks think I might be a Golden "mix," but I think that might be a "plus" too, just like my youth.  I could be wrong, but I think I shed a little less than my Golden foster sister.  (And hey!  Wouldn't it be great if you could do less sweeping and vacuuming?)

        I am longing for a forever home.  A home that needs an infusion of joy, because that's what my foster mother says I am:  a bundle of joy!

         Read a little more about me at  You'll find me amongst the Golden boys... 

A Puppy Mill Auction

        My mom went to a puppy mill auction recently.  She came home from it smelling awful (and she thinks I smell bad when I roll in poop--she stunk a lot worse!) and looking very sad...

        If you want to find out what she thought about it, go to and read her post called "A Made-Me-Feel-Dirty Weekend."

photo by AbbyB.