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.
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I will be 50 in June!
I too suffer dog lust and can never decide on one breed. I love them all, mutts included.
and Golden's have the best smiles, don't they?
You know, I'm pretty sure that Paige would forgive your wandering eyes if you found her a date with a handome man...then you could have a WHOLE HOUSE FULL of little fuzzballs, and one of them could come join us on the farm! Ted and I would love to have a Golden, and I adore Paige - doesn't everyone love a gorgeous blonde? ;)
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