“Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, “Let’s go!” and lead them on a great adventure.”
― Dean Koontz
“It’ll be fun” she said, “an adventure, you’ll love it!”
The big dog rolled his eyes in disgust, how many more times must he “Sit!”, “Stay!”, “Close your mouth!” ? Where were the treats and “biscuits!” the two-legged kept promising him?
This is all so tiring and very very boring and the scarf is hot.
Doesn’t she know it’s 26°C outside?
Ok, Mom says “only a few more shots and I’ll give you a meaty treat, good boy!”, so this is me trying really hard to look Christmassy and happy.
Sending love at Christmas, bah humbug! I’m so hungry I could eat this heart. Where are the treats?
All my love
PS Paddington was kind enough to help me practise a “post Christmas” photoshoot for a client this week. Good boy Paddy!