When we lost our beloved curmudgeon early last summer, we thought we would wait at least a year before bringing another dog home. But in late February, a series of unforeseen, serendipitous events culminated in us bringing home Barclay de Tolley. He’s a breeder rescue dog, which I had never heard of before, but a friend alerted us to this wonderful purebred rescue organization located in a town just about 20 miles north of here. Barclay (née Buddy) is only 2.5 years old. Typically, breeder dogs are released to this rescue organization when they’re quite a bit older and have aged out of serving their “purpose” *ahem, cough cough.* Good ol’ Barclay here refused to copulate and so there he was, patiently waiting for new owners! Never having raised a breeder rescue dog, it has been an interesting learning curve. He is whipsmart and is eager to please, and when outdoors, seems to just be a normal dog. But inside the house, he’s Barclay 2.0. He doesn’t really “get” what a house (or people IN a house) are about. Gradually he is willing to leave his safe spot for some time spent in the kitchen if it’s quiet, or by the living room couch on rare occasions. But for the most part, he is content to spend his time curled up in his little quiet nook, snoring like a mofo. Outside he is a pouncing, bouncing, wagging epitome of golden retriever joy-fulness. It has been fun watching him learn how to be more like a dog.

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