Hello there! I'm Taz and I am a GOLDEN RETRIEVER...YES-SIR-EEE! FM says I couldn't BE a more "typical" velcro golden, Whatever that means! I just LOVE LOVE LOVE being around my humans!
Have you ever heard that old saying, "Age is just a number"? Well, in my case, it's really true! The vet thought I was 3 (!!!!!) based on how FABULOUS my teeth are! Maybe that's because I still LOVE to play and chew, chew, chew! But, only on appropriate things of course! I love stuffed animals and really enjoy taking ALL the toys out of the toy bin to re-distribute them all over the floor!
I am a very sweet boy and can fit in most living situations. I need older children and could probably do well with or without another dog. I'd like a nice sturdy fence cause I've been known to dig under a chain link fence (but really, that was just my boredom and...um...how do I say...? Drive to meet all the neighbors, if you know what I mean...?) But, the vet said she'd take care of that soon enough! :)
After that, I'll be all ready for my FOREVER home, and I JUST KNOW I'll make the BEST, most affectionate family member for YOU!
Tazz has been adopted!
When we adopted Tazz who we renamed Max two-and-a-half months ago, we knew that he was nine years old and that he might not be with us for very long. Maybe he’d live another two years, maybe three more; any years more than three would be a great gift. He died three days ago from a rare disease, Blastomycosis, which had progressed beyond the point where it could be stopped. He didn’t show symptoms until the very end.
Max was the light of my life. Oh the joy he brought. He was bonded so closely to me and now that he is gone, I keep looking for him everywhere. In just two months, my heart was filled with love for him. Now it has a huge hole. If you wanted to rate him, he would be a ten out of ten. He walked nicely with a flat collar, played fetch and liked to swim, had four feet on the floor when people came to the door, stopped barking when asked to, smart, excellent recall, confident, no counter surfing, no anxieties, loved people and got along well with other dogs. Could you ask for more?
After going over and over again through all of the unrewarding ‘whats’, ‘whys’ and ‘if onlys’ of Max’s death, I have come to realize, finally and simply, that I loved Max and I really miss him. He was with us for too short a time and the overwhelming nature of his illness seemed a cruel end to a special life. Please, please meet us at the door when we get there!