I heart goldens

I will always have a soft spot for Golden Retrivers (and yellow Labs, but that’s another post entirely). When I was 13, my parents adopted a golden from the local shelter that we named Jake. He is the sweetest, dumbest dog I’ve ever met. Love him to death, but Lord have mercy, that dog is just not very bright. Now a senior at around 13 years old, he still putters around my parents house and sleeps in my room when I go home to visit. Goldens are such earnest, loving dogs, that my kleptomaniac tendency around dogs rears it’s head something fierce whenever I see one.

Especially one as funny and sweet as Skylee.

That golden smile gets me EVERY TIME. AHH.

As you can see, Skylee is a very distinguished lady…

…unless there is food involved, in which case, like most dogs, dignity goes out the window.

Ehhn…if I can just stretch my tongue a leeetle bit further…

And, like pretty much every dog on the planet, she has perfected her “woe is me, I’m so very, very hungry” look.

Sometimes it’s the perfectly imperfect shots that I end up loving the most. Despite the soft focus on this one, I love that it shows her playful spirit and the joy of a dog running around in the sunshine on a beautiful day.

The way that Skylee is looking at her mom in this next shot gets me every time I look at it. Total, unadulterated, adoration.

Skylee was a fantastic model and I had so much fun spending the morning with her! Now if only she could teach Jake some of those fierce skills…