I've always been a fan of this weekend. It usually involves friends, a body of water, and a slew of Goldens. This year, I will not get to see my buddy, MASON (all caps intended because that's how you say it.) I will not get to see Jesse, the stinky lake dog. Molly and Tess will will pout because they get no attention.
I wish I had that picture of what seemed like a million wet Goldens on a flooded dock a few Memorial days ago. That might help ease the pain.
Updated: Ask and ye shall receive...
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Ours will spend their first weekend sleeping on the boat. I shudder just thinking about it...
Cheyenne spent about a third of her Memorial Day weekend in the river. Rymadil prescription part of breakfast and lunch for the next few days.
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