Thank you for sharing the happiness with us. It's been one of those nights I need some good news. I can't wait until Ella is home with you, too!
The golden I grew up with was our protector, as well. Once when my baby brother was a toddler, he was home alone with our drunken father, and he got out the door and down the alley a full block before dad realized he was gone and ran out looking. There was Mickey, our dog, slowly walking alongside my brother, protecting him from our ghetto ass neighborhood.