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Meet and Greet Party Blog Hop

What's  happening, dawg?  Well, I'm so excited to be part of this blog hop hosted by Dogtipper that I can't stop chasing my tail!

I'm Boondocks.  I live with my mom, dad, their four little people, three other golden retrievers, two morkies, and three cats in a happy home in Mississippi.  (Gasping to catch my breath - that's a mouth full, ya'll!)

I am 11 weeks old as of today - Happy Barkday to ME!  I'm a Golden Retriever.  And I'm very excited that I'm training to be a therapy dog.  I love people!!  This is going to be fun.  AROOOF!

So I hope you all will follow my blog and come back to watch me grow up and my tails along the way!!  You can sign up for the blog hop below.  Won't you join me??


  1. Hi Boondocks! my mommy said dat you is cute and giving her "puppy fever"...whatever dat is i hope its not contagious! ;-)

    woof woof!

  2. aww, so nice to meet you! Looks like you've got plenty of siblings to show you the ropes!
    Diane and Cosmo

  3. Hey Boondocks,
    You are one good lookin pup and wow what a good looking family you have joined. I can't wait to follow your life too.

    I think you'll make a grand therapy dog.


  4. So nice to meet you Boondocks! Oscar (aka Sir Fetch-a-lot) says hi! You're are going to be a wonderful therapy dog. Bug hugs from The Pet Book Lady!

  5. Hello very beautiful blog!
    I'm a new follower, if yuo like my
    blog follow me to ,ok?
    Woof, woof,


  6. I'm glad I have the chance to meet you and say hello. Therapy dogs are amazing : ) I look forward to seeing what you do in the future.


  7. Happy 11 weeks old, Boondocks! I can't wait to see you grow & become a wonderful therapy dog some day.


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