I have a golden retriever at home

This is a golden retriever from my family. It's a pet dog in the United States. Just arrived at our home, it is only a finger size, in my grandmother and I take good care of it, every day to water it, in a sunny place, let it bathe in the sun.

I raised him and he became tame and cute and became part of my family and never left me again. It gives me the impression that it is very young, curly hair, small face, round chin, big eyes.

But it always looked up at the small head, with an innocent and lovely expression at us, let it unknowingly like it, but also because of its experience and cry and laugh. After I moved to the new house, he was still in the same place, so I had to go to feed him and give him water every day. Pretending to be very kind, they play with it every day, teach it to be a tool of human beings, and occasionally cuddle it to sleep at night. He had grown a lot since I had not seen him in two years, but I recognized him from his pointed ears and his particularly bright black stripes. So, though I knew him, and he knew me, he never gave me a ride on his back. It has a pair of lovely big eyes, and when I look at it, I even think it has its own expression.