In March of '09 my grandmother died. I was devastated, it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Then my mother and I went to look at dogs and I looked through the selection and played with a few of the dogs. As I decided on the dog I wanted I decided to take one last look at the other dogs. I walked through the hallway and came to the end and saw her. Her eyes begged me to take her home. She was the cutest dog I had ever seen. Her name was Porkie. I told my mom I wanted to pet her. So they let me in the kennel and she looked at me with those big brown eyes. At that moment I knew she was the dog for me. She is a golden color, so we named her a name that fit her perfectly, Honey. After about a week she trusted us. Now she lays with me in the recliner and is a very happy dog. She loves attention. Also she is a calm and sometimes hyper dog. She gets lots and lots of treats, she is very spoiled. I love her very much, she is my best friend, she's a very good and happy dog.