Now I'll tell you all about Java! I don't know why my folks decided we needed another Golden around here. I mean, what were they thinking? Anyway, Java appeared in 1996 and was kind of cute and entertaining until she started trying to tell me what to do. Can you imagine trying to boss your big sister around?! Of course, I explained to her that I was in charge, but she just didn't get it. You know the type, it's all about them. I'm sure that living in the shadow of my greatness isn't easy, but she can be awfully self absorbed at times.

Java's basically okay, but she does act like she owns the world and all the woobies in it. The girl is woobie-obsessed. A stuffed ball is best, but she'll settle for socks. In fact, no one could figure out the source of her sock supply until Dad went away on business and opened his suitcase to find...no socks! Java is also known for talking...woo woo woo...at all hours of the day and night. I've suggested counseling, but I think a woobie intervention may be our only hope.

Java's practically attached to Mom's side, which I find particulary annoying. I like Mom too, but how long can you follow one person around? Anyway, she's always been the 'Good Dog' of the family. She never destroys anything in the house. She never steals anything off the counters. And worst of all, she never ignores Mom and Dad. I really need to work with her on that --- after all, we all know the danger of allowing our parents to think that they're in control! Java just hangs around the house, looking at Mom with adoring eyes, begging to be loved on. It's enough to make you hurl.

Java is also what you'd call...particular. In a Felix Unger sort of way. She likes things done just so. We call her the Playground Monitor, because she insists on operating a rather involved orientation program for overnight guests. Kinda like Boot Camp for Goldens. The program is so secret that we can't even tell Mom and Dad. After all, if they figured it out, they might catch on to the poker parties we have when they're away.

Java spent her early years as a showgirl, and had some nice wins to her name. But nowadays, she's happiest hanging out around the house, keeping everything and everyone in order. Java's as crazy about tennis balls as she is about woobies, so she's always up for a retrieving game. And if our folks aren't in the mood to throw the ball? She'll spit it onto the couch and stare until they give in. A little pressure works wonders. Java may be a little pushy, a little noisy, and more than a little obsessive about her woobies, but you just gotta love your little sister!