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At my dad's house, I have a golden retriever named Jackson. He is very big. I think he is 5 years old, but I'm not sure. His birthday is November 14, which is weird, because that is also my cousins brithday. My stepmom, Beth, got him for Christmas in 2006. He is very protective of me, and was very, VERY protective of my dad. Even from me. I would try to give my dad a hug, and he would bark at me and try to get in between us. He is a very good dog. He usually comes to my soccer practices and he sits on the sidelines while a bunch of kids pet him. He doesn't do many tricks. The only tricks he knows are sit, lie down, and leave it. He does not know what the word no means, because my dad spoiled him. He used to climb up in my dad's bed every night and sleep by him even though he had a dog bed right next to his bed. I love Jackson.
