In the three days that you will spend at Goldstock, four days if you're lucky, you will make a few dozen trips down to the lake. Trust me when I tell you that because you're pups are gonna want to spend a lot of time at the lake. As you make your descent down the hill towards the water you will pass by a red chair that contains an endless supply of tennis balls.
That's Holly's chair and she is the reason that you will never walk down that hill without a tennis ball if your furry companion so desires that you have one down at the lake. It's a wonderful tradition and a loving tribute to a very special girl that loved Goldstock.
This is Holly's story as told by her Mom;
Dear golden friends from Camp Goldstock,
Please visit Holly’s Magic Chair. This is the story of how it came to be.
A few summers ago when we returned from Goldstock (a camp mostly for golden retrievers and their people – www.goldstockcamp.com), I told my neighbor about the great time our dog Holly had playing ball and racing down to the lake. She had just been diagnosed with spinal neuropathy but she acted like she was 2 when she saw that lake, not 15!
My neighbor at home often sees tennis balls in the retention pond at the high school when she takes her early morning walk. She said she would gather some up for Holly.
So, every day since last fall when Holly went out for her morning walk at about 7:30 a.m., there on the chair on our front porch would be a gift of one, two, or sometimes a jackpot of tennis balls.
Holly would sniff each one, smile as if to say, "Wow this is such a magic chair!" and after her walk, on the way back into the house, she would grab one to add to her pile of treasures that she has been collecting since we adopted her at age 11.
As the year went on I started putting the extra tennis balls from the Magic Chair into a bag in the garage for the next Goldstock camp.
Last week Holly stopped checking the chair.
Her thoughts were focused on how to get up in the morning and lie down for a nap and if she could manage to eat breakfast. After all, she was 15 years old!
Her days of tennis balls were behind her and she earned her wings just short of her 16th birthday and her third trip to Goldstock.
Holly would like you to play with her tennis balls from the Magic Chair you pass on the way to the lake at Goldstock. All she asks is that as you throw out the first ball you say, "Here Holly, go get it. This one’s for you!" She’ll be right there.