Hogan Here!
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My name is Hogan. I like the name because it fits my moods. Hogan goes with about anything I do.
Most of the time, I only have two moods: go and stop. I play "hard ball" on "go" where I keep it tough but cute. Looking cute spares criticism. On "stop", I give lots of deserved love to my folks and sleep near warm feet and big hearts.
I was born on February 1, 2014 in Missouri. Someone shipped me to Texas for sale in a pretty fancy
pet store. I figured that it was fancy because practically every puppy was either a miniature or a toy.
When I see anything miniature or toy, I think of delicate. I wasn't miniature toy or delicate. But, I had the best smile in the place; largely because my mouth had gotten caught in the bars of my transport and the muscles were is spasm. Well, no one believes the muscle spasm bit but I am holding to it. I don't ever want to be forced into another cage. I won't kennel up even for boiled chicken. I am a Golden Retriever who loves people, loves water, and loves freedom.
My parents came to the fancy pet store to get "a dog". They didn't even know what a Golden Retriever was so I had a lot of selling to do. My mom picked me up and looked into my big brown eyes. Her eyes are brown, too; not as big as mine but brown anyway. Mom and I already had something in common. I licked her face and cuddled into her arms. And, I kept smiling. My dad came over with a checkbook so I smiled at him too. He had blue eyes. To me, blue meant wet ink and I would soon be out of the fancy pet store.
I rode home on the car floor between my Mom's feet. I insisted on the floor because I could hear the car motor running best on the floor. The farther away from the pet store, the better I was. Not that the pet store was a bad place. It was the nicest pet store in Dallas but I wanted a real home.
