Cute poem

Not much news from here, but this came in email today and thought it would be nice to share:

What is a Golden

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, [Christine: you can say that again]

Hearing the neighbours call up because he’s sleeping out
in the snow instead of in his kennel, [Christine: okay this part not applicable!]

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