"My Husband Wanted to Put Our ""Aggressive"" Golden Retriever Outside in the Snow on Christmas Eve. But When I Saw Who The Dog Was Actually Growling At, I Screamed. CHAPTER 1 The sound of a twelve-year-old Golden Retriever’s ribs hitting the hardwood floor isn’t a thud. It’s a crack. It’s the sound of something giving out, something that has been holding on for far too long finally snapping under the weight of duty. Barnaby didn’t just lie down. He collapsed. His heavy, golden body hit the floor