Riggins, I remember when I went to pick you out. I had the choice between two little male golden retrievers. An impossible choice really.
I asked the breeder what her thoughts were. She responded that if I picked the blue collar, he would be independent, but if I picked the black collar he would definitely be “my dog.” The choice then was already made.
I wanted the clingy dog that would become attached and need me. And maybe you did need me but sitting here looking back on our journey together, it is so very evident that I was the one that needed you.Read more on themighty.com