How could I commit such a horrible sin? How could I turn my back on the love of my life? My dear Golden Retrievers. I've had such a long and happy affair with them. This week I slipped up. I actually thought I would love another; another breed. That little Norfolk Terrier Woody was such a flirt. I couldn't resist him. I caved. But I slept on it and this morning I remembered my vows. My dream of having a happy family of 2 Goldens sprawled out on my white denim covered sofas. Hair billowing, blowing and collecting in all my corners. (wisped outside daily; floating in the air and softly landing on the ground - perfect for baby bird nests.) I no longer want that Woody. Someone else can have him. I want a delightful, cuddly Retriever for my 50th Birthday. I have changed my wicked, wicked ways. Desire is a dangerous thing.