"I got a really great present: a dog. A Golden Retriever puppy. Well, not a puppy. She's gonna be 3 on Nov. 18. Her name's Tara." A retired show Golden, Tara had been owned by the animal trainer working on the set. "She can travel with us. She's fully trained. She can pee or poop on command."

See what she just told David Letterman on his show [Oct 26, 2011]:

'I just moved back (to New York). And I'm trying to find an apartment. I was in one, and it had a mould infestation,' she explained to Letterman.

'I kept telling the landlord, 'That's mould.' And I'm like getting headaches, my dogs are getting (sick). It was not good. I had to move.'

'And my friend Ralph, who I've known for 20 years, took me in, in a one-bedroom apartment. He's about six (foot) five (inches)... I also have two big, giant, fluffy, 70 pound dogs. A Golden Retriever and a Bernese Mountain dog... (And I'm) sleeping on a pullout (couch).'

Although grateful for a place to lay her head until she finds a new home, Jennifer admits that having a room mate comes with it's drawbacks.

'One day I came home and Frankie Beans, my Golden Retriever, is vomiting in the corner. And I'm like, 'Oh my god, what happened?' I rush him to the doctor. And the doctor was like, 'We took an X-ray and he's got a mass in his stomach.'

'I was hysterical, he's the love of my life. I went home and they called me and said, 'He swallowed, it seems, a very large sock.' It was my friend Ralph's 16 size foot sock in his belly!'

JIMMY FALLON

Puppy Gary's mom is Golden Grahams Kc's One In A Million (KC) and her dad is Cross Creek Royal Blend NA NAJ (Tweed).

Jimmy Fallon Gives His New Puppy a Shoutout on Emmys Red Carpet
Sunday September 23, 2012 06:50 PM EDT
Like any parent having a grown-up night on the red carpet, Jimmy Fallon couldn't resist saying hi to his new baby from the Emmy Awards – his new puppy, that is.

While chatting with Ryan Seacrest on the pre-show arrivals line, Fallon gushed about Gary, the female golden retriever he brought home earlier this month. "It's like having a baby except no diapers," Fallon said of life with Gary. "It's my first puppy ever."

In a Tweet posted earlier Sunday, Fallon called Gary his "new best friend," and reinforced the point with Seacrest. "It's amazing, it's a life changer," he said. "I love her so much. She's my best friend." Fallon then waved to the camera and said hi to his pooch, who he said was watching.
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Here is a video from Late Night With Jimmy Fallon entitled “If Puppies Could Vote” where Goldens predict the Best Picture for The Academy Awards: Puppies Predict The Oscars. And, here are Goldens on Jimmy Fallon predicting The Superbowl 2012 between The Giants and The Patriots: Puppies Predict Superbowl.

Liberty went on to give birth to eight pups, as shown in this photo of Susan, Mrs. Ford, and President Ford with Liberty and her babies which was taken on September 16, 1975. One of these special puppers was named Misty and she was added to the presidential family. At the time of the birth, The White House had a rubber stamp of her paw print made to "autograph" photos that the public greatly demanded. One of Liberty's pups also went on to become a Guide Dog for the blind.

Here is a funny story about how the Fords got Liberty, appearing in President Ford's memoir, A Time to Heal:   … our family didn't have a dog when we moved into the White House. Susan [the Fords' daughter] and David [Kennerly, the White House photographer] thought that situation should be rectified before Betty [Mrs. Ford] came home from the hospital. Without telling me his intention, David did some research and discovered that a fine retriever had recently given birth to a litter in Minneapolis. David called the kennel's owner and said he wanted to buy a puppy for a friend of his.

That was fine, the owner said, but what was the name of David's friend? David said it was a surprise; he wanted to keep the name secret. "We don't sell dogs that way," the owner replied. "We have to know if the dog is going to a good home." "The couple is friendly," David said. "They're middle-aged, and they live in a white house with a big yard and a fence around it. It's a lovely place." "Do they own or rent?" the owner asked. David thought for a minute, "I guess you might call it public housing," he said.

The owner said the dog was healthy; she was going to eat a lot. Did his friend have a steady job? David could play the game no longer. He hinted that his friend was a very important person and finally the owner agreed to fly the dog to Washington. I was in the Oval Office the day before Betty came back from the hospital when Susan walked in. "Daddy," she asked, "if we ever get another dog, what kind are we going to get?" "A female Golden Retriever about six months old," I said.

At that moment, David entered with a copper-colored pup who raced around the Oval Office yelping excitedly. "Whose dog is that?" I asked. "It's yours." Susan and David laughed. "Her name was Streaker, but we've changed it to Liberty." Delighted, I grabbed the pup, put her on my lap, then got down on my hands and knees and played with her on the rug. That was a joyous experience, and I knew that Betty would be just as thrilled as I was to welcome the new addition to our family.

Here is another funny tale of how President Ford and Liberty got locked out of The White House, appearing in Mrs. Ford's memoir, The Times of My Life:  But, with motherhood imminent, we were afraid she'd [Liberty] deliver at night, so we moved her inside, and for a short while she slept on the third floor with a trainer. One night the trainer had to be away, and he left Liberty with us. "If she wants to go out," he said, "she'll come and lick your face."  

About three o'clock in the morning, she came and licked Jerry's [President Ford] face. Like a good daddy, he got up, pulled on a robe and slippers, took the dog downstairs and out onto the south lawn. When they were ready to come back, Jerry rang for the elevator. But at night the elevator goes off - You have to get it charged up or something. Secret Service agents are in a room in the basement (they have a mirror and closed-circuit TV and there are lights all over the grounds), and usually they notice anything that moves, so I still don't understand how they missed the scene with the odd couple. Maybe somebody dozed off.   

Anyway, Jerry decided to try the stairs. He opened the door to the stairwell, said, "Come on, Liberty," and up they climbed to the second floor, Liberty waddling from side to side, her stomach with nine puppies in it practically hanging on the ground. They got to the second floor, and the door to the hall was locked. You can get out, but you can't get back in. They went up again, to the third floor. Also locked. And there they were, a President and his dog, wandering around in a stairwell in the wee small hours of the morning, not able to get back to bed. Finally they came all the way down again, and by that time the Secret Service had been alerted, and somebody got the elevator started.

Ever since Freebo was a young boy, he has loved dogs . . . really loved dogs. For some reason, they have always made him feel better. Maybe it was the joy they seemed to have when he didn't, or the constant love they were so free to give. Freebo has come to believe that this unconditional love, acceptance of the moment, and joyful giving are qualities that we humans could do well to adopt. He therefore has dedicated the CD to every dog, past and present, who has helped to make a better life for its people. Click here to hear samples from the tracks of the songs on Freebo's DOG PEOPLE CD. There is one song that features Garbo, entitled "She's My D.O.G." We just love the lyrics, as shown below.
 

Let me tell you 'bout my baby, She's all legs and hair. We spend our time together, We're really quite a pair. She's always in a good mood, She's just as happy as can be. She's my Sweet Little Angel, She's my D.O.G. She's never, never angry, And she's never, never sad. She's like no other woman, She's the best I've ever had. I don't have to do the dishes, I do anything I please. This bitch is never bitchy, She's my D.O.G

When I come home sad and lonely, And she's been at home all day. She runs and greets me, In a most enthusiastic way. And then we "hang" together...I mean, we HANG together. She's my Sentimental Sweetie, She's my D.O.G. My baby's always faithful, She never strays too far. And when I see my lover, She goes with me in the car. And while I'm makin' whoopie, She watches, patiently. And when I'm done, she'll kiss me. She's my D.O.G. That's right! When I'm done, she'll kiss me. She's my D.O.G. I love you, Garbo, YES I DO.

Garbo shared her love with Freebo for 15 years, a special memorial found here. And, click here to share in an interview that Freebo did about his love for Goldens.

Check out this celebrity's interview about her Golden love here.

Don't you just love it? We do this to our own Goldens' paws all the time. It is nice to see that someone else shares in this habit!

LAURA LEE GUHRKE (historical romance fiction writer) had a Golden Retriever named Sam, and now has a Golden named Barney [2009]. Laura says that Sam thinks his Mom's job is "throwing tennis balls to him 24/7 and his job is to dig up my entire English flower garden."

Check out this celebrity's interview about her Golden love here.

DAVID HAYNES (professional award winning photographer) has a handsome Golden Retriever named Bubba.

Shown here, he is paired with the most appealing of all his possessions, his beloved tennis ball. Just look at those soulful dark-brown eyes, as he gazes at his ball. "Why oh why is the door closed?" he wonders.

Well, that's a simple question to answer. It's so his photographer dad could get this very special shot.

"The acupuncturist arrives at Paul Hogan's home, ready to work. The sandy-haired patient lies on his side, eyes closed. Soon a half dozen tiny needles spring from his arthritic joint like a wire bouquet. He looks contented, peaceful. Linda Kozlowski, Hogan's wife of 10 years, says she's never seen him so relazed.

He's getting on in years, and the treatments, she explains, help him run the way he did when he was much younger. At that, Hogan rolls his eyes and steps outside for a smoke, leaving his wife to the acupuncturist and the patient—his 7-year-old Golden Retriever, Paddy."