Our first Golden was the next to the last pick of the litter-he could not have been a nicer, more grateful dog who captivated any and all with his calm, friendly demeanor. Our other Golden was the pick of the litter and though he was a good guy, he had an attitude of superiority, kind of like a rich kid who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Miss both of them dearly.
That's a lot of lovableness right there.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if that one on the right is Grandpa.
Irish needs to see this. Last I looked, he had a Golden on his banner ...
ReplyDeleteI haven't been able to prove it yet but I think Irish lives just down the street from em...
DeleteI believe that is Ma, Pa and weird Uncle Harold.
ReplyDeleteOur first Golden was the next to the last pick of the litter-he could not have been a nicer, more grateful dog who captivated any and all with his calm, friendly demeanor. Our other Golden was the pick of the litter and though he was a good guy, he had an attitude of superiority, kind of like a rich kid who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Miss both of them dearly.
ReplyDeleteOr little sister June who is also bred with Pa.
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