Ginger and I are best friends.  She makes me laugh with her antics. The way she sleeps on her back.  I smile every time she walks away with her tail swinging back and forth, toy almost always in her mouth.  When she argues with me, she growls and grunts, but she lets me win.

 

Ginger, EGRR #301, was 9 months old when she entered my life in 2005, going at full speed, and she has never slowed down.  She does everything gusto, from eating, to walking, to destroying toys, to retrieving, to greeting people. She is my jumping bean. Anyone who knows Ginger will attest to that.  Ginger has little attention span; she flits from one thing to the next to the next.  She is a smaller golden with a large presence.  She is my ADHD dog.

 

As a puppy, Ginger was kept in a crate that was too small for her and only let out a few hours a day. After she ate her way through a couch, her previous owner decided to give her up.  Ginger was returned to the breeder, and then joined the EGRR family shortly after. She was to be a companion for my 10 yr old Dalmatian.  I was looking for a 2 to 4 year old male and did not want a puppy.  EGRR said, “Just go meet her.”  I did and Ginger came home with me.

 

When she walked through the door, it was like she lived here her whole life.  She took off, jumping on furniture and counters.  I even found her standing on the dining room table.  She was living life to the fullest.  We immediately started private obedience lessons to try to teach her some manners.  She is extremely smart and learned everything quickly…. BUT she couldn’t sit still for 10 seconds…. She’d wiggle and squirm and if a bird of another dog walked by, off she went!

 

After about a year, I accepted the fact that Ginger was who she was and decided maybe another dog for her to play with would do her good. Ginger and I started fostering Goldens for EGRR.  Ginger loved having some company who would play with her.  She taught the orphans to play.  She taught them people were nice.  She taught them all the good. They taught her all the bad…

 

During vacations, Ginger and I hiked the mountains in Georgia.  She swam in the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico.  She chased sea gulls on the beach.  We rented cabins; we traveled through Alabama and found peanuts in Dothan.  We even visited Indian burial mounds in the Florida panhandle.

 

Two years ago we started obedience again and after 6 months of training we heard of an “Intro to Agility” class and decided to try it.  I figured if she could burn some energy, it might help with her obedience.  Last January Ginger started her first agility class and loved it. Through out the year Ginger and I continued with her training and Ginger did really well.  Me, on the other hand…

 

In October, Ginger passed her CGC, a major milestone.  In January, Ginger and I attended our very first agility trail.  Out of two days and three runs, we qualified 5 out of 6 times with three firsts and two seconds.  A month later, Ginger ran again and received 2 firsts and her first two titles for agility. She now moves on to the next level.

 

Ginger’s story isn’t anything exceptional.  A lot of rescue dogs compete in obedience and agility.  What it does show is what some patience and a lot of love can do for a rescued little girl, who is now my best friend.

 

Our vacation next year?  Dock Diving!!