King at Pukaskwa National Park, Ontario

A Golden Retriever can be a fluffy wind-up teddy bear with shoe button eyes and your best towel clutched in his teeth; nobility reclining on a grassy bank; a white faced old sportsman still keen for the whistle of wings.

In spring a Golden will put mud on the carpets, fur all over your best navy blue, and the flowering bloom of joy in your heart.

A Golden is a flame of color against dark summer covert, the spray of surf sent flying, peace sprawled against cool earth. He is competence wearing a guiding harness, pride with a bird in its mouth, dignity wanting its tummy rubbed, elegance working in the swamp land.

A Golden has the understanding of a saint, the patience of a Buddha, the eagerness of a kid at the circus, and a tail that challenges perpetual motion.

Having a Golden Retriever is never knowing where all you shoes are at any given moment; hearing the neighbors call up because he's sleeping out in the snow instead of his kennel house; keeping cups off the coffee table because of the wild tails, and being not quite sure if your paragon would decimate a burglar or fix a cuppa tea, and show him where the silver is.

When you have a Golden you get up earlier, spend more time, drive farther, bring home less that's taxable and have a hundred times the enjoyment of your neighbors who do their gambling at the more common places.

Somebody else with a Golden is instant acquaintanceship; your veterinarian wishes all his patients were Goldens, and you just wish that you were as great as you Golden thinks you are.

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