Named Right, Berkeley!
Happy Berkeley - with dirt in her mouth and a stick at her feet! Berkeley walked into our lives 9 years ago, during Thanksgiving. She was a Golden but with an Irish Cream mother, which made her white gold, speckled with yellow gold. When we took her out in the morning sun, she looked extraordinary and almost angelic. She attracted comments and looks everywhere she went. Even non-dog lovers commented that she had a beautiful face. Her beauty was definitely not hair-deep, she was a gentle dog who loved to eat, play and receive non-stop petting from every visitor that came home. She was so sweet that many people who feared dogs lost their fear and could not stay away from petting her. Most of all, she was super intelligent, quite shrewd and knew exactly how to behave based on the situation. Hence, living up to her name, Berkeley! Our older son Satya, was at UCal, Berkeley, when she first arrived home and what started as a joke to name her Berkeley, stuck with her. The breeder had said she...