Her name is Liberty. Well, actually her AKC name is Miss Lady Liberty Belle. (Hee. I love puns.) She will, however, answer to any of the following: Liberty, Libby, Lib, Flibbertygibbet, Dumbass and DammitDog. (She also answers to “Here, kitty-kitty-kitty”, but she knows that’s not her name. She just likes playing with the cats.)
She’s young, and she’s a Golden retriever. To the dog afficionados in the crowd I don’t have to explain what this means, in terms of her temperament. For those of you who are uninformed about young Goldens, well…they’ve got ADHD. Except in Golden retrievers, it’s not a disorder because that’s how most of them are as puppies. Big, fluffy balls of hyperactive spazziness. God love every last one of them.
Goldens are popular as family dogs because they’re usually pretty patient and even-tempered with even the brattiest little snotnosed anklebiters most boisterous kids, plus Goldens are people-pleasers. They live to make their people happy. Liberty is no exception to this. She is, in fact, a SuperGolden, in my never-ever-humble opinion. I’ve (sort of) written a song about this dog. I’ve posted about how exceptional this dog is. This dog is seriously one of the greatest dogs I’ve ever known.
Except.
She’s a butt sniffer. We’re not talking casual-whiffing-as-you-pass-by, either. We’re talking full-on-sticking-her-nose-into-your-rear-end sniffing. We’ve tried every suggestion ever given to us about how to make her quit doing this, and nothing has worked. Liberty is, apparently, an incurable crack addict. (Pun. Hee.) Which is how she got the name “DammitDog”. Besides, I figure if I’m ever in some crazy, tragic accident where the authorities are unable to identify me in the crowd of other victims, they can send in Liberty who will identify me right away by the smell of my butt.
And really, could you stay mad at a face like this?
