Welcome RAGOM's next little Golden Princess.  This twelve week old cutie is an amazing little girl.  Despite the fact that she's blind, she's an active and vivacious girl - she allows very little to leave her behind.  While cautious due to her handicap, her other senses have taken over magnificently, giving one the sense that she actually can see.  We have a vet appointment tomorrow morning, so more on her health status tomorrow.

 Meanwhile, this gorgeous little Golden comes to us from a wonderful farm in southern MN, where she was allowed free roam of the OUTSIDE for her first twelve weeks.  When I went to get her, she was found out by the far back fence, wandering around having a heck of a good time.  She's an intrepid little peanut.

 She's been at the Den for three days now and has yet to have an accident in the house. Obviously, I'm keeping a very close eye on her but last night, right before bedtime, was the first time she squeaked at me.  Interpretting that to mean she needed to go out, I picked her up andrambled around the yard with her for a couple of minutes where she almost immediately peed and came gamboling back to my feet, tail wagging.  What a good girl!

She IS cautious around the other Den inhabitants, who are all boisterous, rowdy boys that don't quite get her.  They understand that something is different and have toned down their play a little bit, but are still baffled when the go to initiate play with her - by putting a slow paw on her head or licking her ear - and she lunges at the playful intiator and inevitably lunges just a little off her mark.  I keep trying for a picture of that moment - it's trully comical - I don't know who's more surprised, little Angel who does NOT get her mouthful of fur, or the other dog, who stands there bemused and skeptical.  

Angel has learned to go out and come back in the house on her own from the walkout level.  She does very well, waiting for the boys to do their first frenzied rush and then slowly making her way over the lintel and down the small step.  Once on the grass she's a terror, running around like a puppy.  The first night, she made it clear down to the fence line - seemed to sense the fence and slowed, ran into it gently, rebounded and headed back up and AROUND the tree.  Of course, the terrain around the tree is raised, so her impetus would have taken her around its base.  She is such a sweetheart!