This is my Cousin Dakota. He likes carryin fings in his mouf. He is gentle wif he stuff but he does like to carry em!
My the Mom and Aunt Madison went into town for some shoppin and such, so we were herd sat by Mister T, who is well knowed for his Golden pamperin and day spas. Just sayin.
As you well know, we Goldens love the pamperin, so we kinda swarm him sayin "me first me first"... so allow me to introduce and identify who you see below!
Far left is the Cousin Buddy! Then the Dakota (of course) has the shoe, and Cousin Dylan is behind him... Cousin Cain is sprawled out on floors, and the Bleu (green collar) is politely waitin in line to the right... and of course, yours truly has my back turned to the camera. (You can see healin spot on back from surgery... My hairs are growin back nicely!!!).
And below, the Bleu has gone in for some attention... NOW! And this might be a good time to tell you... that boy is sowin he oats this weekend... he is doin very uncharacteristic fings! Uncle Tom say it the fresh Hill Country air... I not sure, but I kinda like the Bleu bein in the trouble wif the Mom... in the stead of me!
The crowd fin out some and I move in for some good brushins... And that is Cousin Cain wif he back turned to camera.
And now it the Birfday Boy turn! Look on he face say "ahhhh yeahhhh!"! That is the Cain comin round corner and the Dylan walkin behind Mister T (my Uncle Tom!)...
There are no pitchers... no exhibits... no calls to 911... i.e. no way to exactly prove how it happen... but Mister T managed to trim my slippers today!
Dam. Mister T Good!