* See Connors namesake "puppy Connor"
Connor came to Golden Beginnings Golden Retriever Rescue in Houston, Texas from Lafayette, Louisiana following Hurricane Katrina. When he first came into rescue, he was confined to the cone of shame long enough that he began to answer to Conehead rather than Andy (the name GBGRR gave him). I renamed him Connor which seemed a more fitting name for the big red boy. After relocating to Denver (coincidentally living on Lafayette Street), Connor became a certified therapy dog and worked for six years in the Paws to Read library program. He was also a regular at GRRR events, serving as a greeter at several galas and eating all of the pizza crusts at many GRRR Board meetings (he quickly figured out that Pat Rogers always has cookies in her purse). Connor never got the hang of "retrieving" and would feign paralysis if I needed him to jump in the car, but he also brought a smile to the face of everyone he met and was endlessly patient with his little golden brother Midas (who frequently stepped on him, stole his toys and knocked him out of the way to get to anyone who might give head scratches). He would stand by the front door and complain in his loudest "roo roo" voice if he did not get a walk at the regularly scheduled times, even if it was pouring rain or snowing sideways. On hot days, he would stretch out under the swamp cooler and refuse to move, even though he blocked the entire hallway. He often slept upside down with all four paws in the air propped up against the back of the couch or a wall. Connor was a happy healthy boy until the last few months when his kidneys began to shut down. We all miss him terribly, but are thankful to have spent so much time with him.
Jackie, Mike and Midas