Charley was born on Labor Day, 2011, which is ironic considering he hasn’t worked a day since we brought him home.

He’s a British Golden Retriever that we obtained – after being asked to write an essay – from the “Dogwood Springs” Golden Retriever breeders. Don’t let the “British” part fool you – he’s as American as they get; he genuinely loves watching baseball on TV. And he’s always there with moral support when I hit the dreaded “brick wall” so feared by genealogists everywhere.