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Mom Learned a New Word

Me at 2 months/
We've shared this Dean Koontz quote before, but it is good and true and deserves to be repeated.

"Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, "Let's go!" and lead them on a great adventure."

Most recently when Mom re-read this statement, a new word popped out. 


Hey, that's what she calls me!

Mom looked it up right away.


1. something to be thankful for; blessing; benefit

Me at 4 months.

I might have been born and raised in the "Boondocks", but I am a "boon" for sure. 

Mom says not only am I a huge blessing, but everyday I give her something to be thankful for.

Me at 6 months.

And that's what it's all about.



  1. He is something o be thankful for!!!

  2. I'm thankful for everyone of my pets and my family!!! I love ya'll forever and always!!!

  3. Hi Boon, what a great name!! Pleased to meet you and look forward to following your adventures! Dex and Louis xxx

  4. I love this post and it's a good reminder and a perfect, perfect name!!

    By the way, I say the only way our pups are ever going to hurt anyone is if they fall over one of them! :-)

  5. Well, I have been callin ya Boon all along. And My Vickie loves Dean Koontz books too.

    I just know we are kindred spirits


    PS and by the way dude! nice article on Coffee with Canines this week

  6. Hey Boon!
    Wow, my mom reads that guy too! Love that quote and you are definitely named just right!
    Grr and Woof,
    Sarge, COP

  7. What a wonderful new word for Mom - so all along you have been a blessing, she just didn't know it:) BOL.

    We love your name, Boondocks, and now we love it even more.

  8. The quote made us smile, but the photos make us laugh out loud with glee! Thanks for spreading your "boon" with us!

  9. PERFECT new word fur your mom. I think she needs to put it up in the Cold Box with a magnet!!
    It certainly does fit you!!!

  10. Perfect name for a nearly perfect dog. (Well, nobody's perfect, perfect)


  11. That's so sweet! I love it.

  12. I agree. You are all special! I am sure your mom knew that before the "look up". But I am glad she was reminded. We are at a really tough age.

    Puppy Kisses,

  13. Great post! When we were in puppy training, our instructor told the group that every single dog would become a guard dog if the need arises. Then she looked at our little Golden puppy and added, "Well, except for the Goldens. They are so darned nice they will show the burgler where you keep the silver."

  14. I always love reading your posts : ) and I have thoroughly enjoyed reading through your blog archives.I even got to revisit some of my favorites of yours! You are a “Noteworthy Archive Award Winner”. You have some treasures hidden in your archives and this award will let others know that it is well worth their time to take a walk through your archives. Here is the information about this award and where you can get your badge to show others you have great archives worth reading.
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