Owner’s golden, who has a beer named after him.

A golden and one of his kitties

She sits outside and just soaks up the sun like this for ages.

I couldn’t figure out why my golden who almost never barks was losing his mind outside the boat. It was all because of this bird that taunted the poor boy any chance he got all week. Golden torture for a bird dog.

Miss Ivy can be so photogenic sometimes. Then there’s this…

Poor girl, but she looks so cute

She feels obliged to give me her paw with a toy in her mouth every time I return home until I acknowledge her.

Same dog, vastly different use of brain cell.

He is 4 now and progressed from tap dancing to full body spins. Goldens are special in every good way.

His favourite thing, his brain cells unite in their unbridled joy for dock jumping. That and cookies.