Boy is he ever a success! We really won the doggy lottery with him. He’s learned to love swimming (having clearly never seen water before–he wouldn’t even wade the first time he got close to a lake), hiking (we did 10 miles last night), and just hanging out. He sleeps downstairs at night (not in a crate, just chooses to be in his own bed); when we come down in the morning he always grabs a toy, wiggles from head to toe with delight, then tosses the toy on the ground to roll all over it while growling/groaning with pleasure.
Thank you so much for our fabulous boy!
My name is Kobie (#2975) and this is my story.
When my foster family agreed to take me in, they had no idea of what to expect. They thought that because I was five years old and coming from China, that I might be feral. They put the carpet cleaner on standby.
They weren’t sure what I had been through. There is a large market for dog meat in China as well as an unfortunate belief that tortured dogs provide better meat. So they braced themselves for a traumatized dog with a spectrum of behavioral issues.
Also, since I understood only Chinese, they were concerned about working with me in English. So they contacted their friend Qingqing in Seattle and asked if she could translate over the phone. She wryly replied that I should learn English and become a “real American.”
Fortunately for all of us, their fears were unnecessary. They now tell me I am “one of the sweetest, most adaptable and well-adjusted dogs they’ve ever seen.” They say I am “everything you might expect in a Golden but I’ve got it in spades.” And they say I have that Golden face that seems to say, “I just heard the funniest joke. Gosh, I wish I could tell you!”
My legs are shorter than you might expect in Golden Retrievers. Not to an extreme like a Corgi or Basset Hound but noticeably shorter. My tail is maybe ¾ the length you’re used to. This is common in China Goldens.
My fosters tell me I am a handsome boy! They say my coat is “a beautiful, long and luxurious blond and red that softly swooshes” as I walk by. They joke that I look more like a bear than a dog. Not a grizzly bear. More of a Pooh Bear.
I play and wrestle with a minature Schnauzer puppy (just under a year old). I never get cross when she chews on or hangs off my face or ears. I even lay down to be at her level and play gently to compensate for her small size. I have a big goofy Golden grin on my face through it all. I continue to be friendly with the other small-medium mixed breed even though she is aloof and sometimes territorial towards me.
I did fine with a friend’s boys aged 8-13 years. I was happy to have them pet me and run around the yard with me for about an hour.
I was a little too interested my foster’s cat, and they worried at first. They closely monitored all of our interactions. Later, they allowed me a closer look but on a leash and realized that it really was just curiosity. I am fine with her. Still, I will need for someone to be cautious with me at first. My foster family’s cat has the good sense not to run from me. She stands her ground and stares me down. Things might be different between us if she were a runner.
I am house-trained but don’t ask to go out, so it is best to offer me potty breaks in the morning and an hour or so after meals. Once my foster family started this routine, I never soiled the house.
I tolerate the other dog approaching my bowl and sampling a few kibble while I am still eating. Yet, I will back away when she reprimands me for trying to liberate the kibble in her bowl.
I enjoy the company of people and other dogs. The perfect home would have someone home most of the day or have another dog to keep me company. It would be nice if someone could take me out for walks or jogs, runs on the beach etc.
I won’t make a good “token dog.” I am a lover dog and need someone who will lavish love and attention on me as well.
I am not trying to say I am perfect. I am a bit of a counter cruiser. You do not want to leave whiffy sniffables near the edge. I try to outmaneuver you when you attempt to put me in my crate. I also try to get on the couch or the bed with my fosters, even though they have said and shown me that this is not acceptable. That’s about it for undesirable behavior.
Until you know me better, some of my guttural sounds may be a bit intimidating. I have a deep sonorous voice. Whether playing with the pup, doing “bicycles” on my back, rubbing my face on the carpet, or just prancing through with a favorite toy, my grunts and groans sound like a prowling grizzly. I suppose I am a bit like Pooh.
Kobie was adopted on May 5, 2018