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
colour
against dark summer
covert,
the spray of surf sent
flying
peace spread against
cool earth.
He is competence
wearing a guidance harness,
pride with a bird in
his mouth,
dignity wanting his
tummy rubbed,
elegance working in the
swampland.
A Golden has the
understanding of a saint
and a tail that
challenges perpetual motion.
Having a golden
Retriever is never knowing where all
your shoes are at any
given moment,
Hearing the neighbours
call up because he's sleeping out
in the snow instead of
in his kennel,
Keeping cups off the
table because of his wild tail,
and not being sure if
you paragon will decimate a burglar
or fix him a cup of tea
and show him where the
silver is
Somebody else with a
Golden
is an instant
acquaintance.
Your veterinarian
wishes all his patients were Golden's
and you just wish you
were as great
as your Golden thinks
you are.
Author unknown
