We adopted our Riggs almost 16 years ago as a young pup. He was abandoned, found in a field filthy dirty. A friend found him, cleaned him up, and called me. He was by our estimation about two months old when he joined our family. He was high energy as a young dog, VERY smart, and a little aggressive with our then two-year-old son. Riggs thought that he owned everything that belonged to our son. I went through obedience training with him, which helped me to learn how to deal with his young aggression. He just needed an outlet for his energy. He has a spotted tongue, a very thick multilayered fur coat (I think I pull the equivalent of two small dogs worth of hair off of him with every brushing...not kidding folks). He "molts" twice a year, so I have to amp up the brushing during those times. Seriously, he will leave big chunks of hair on the floor two minutes after I clean...bless his heart. But with every brushing session comes a face-licking "thank you" from him for lightening his furry load. He is always so grateful for whatever he gets. Our Riggs is VERY old now, and I think he has surpassed the average lifespan of a Golden Chow Retriever by about two years. Sadly, he is on his way out, struggling to get to his feet, and a real farting machine now. I know he can't live forever. But I'm not ready for him to go. He is essentially deaf, and he has cataracts, so he can't see well at all. He is still eating well, and he can still make it outside to do his business without assistance, so that is a plus! But I don't see him being with us for much longer. He is a grand old man, our Riggs. We will forever love our handsome, wonderful, smart, loving, smiling, protective, hairy, and now very stinky friend. What an adventure we've been lucky to experience together. Our family is so fortunate to know him.