When I had white-blonde hair when I was younger (up to four or so) and then dishwater blond (until I was 12), I had lots of fun, but I attribute the good times to my young age.
Our dog Radar (who has reddish-blonde hair) enjoys every minute of almost every day. Getting his nails clipped. Going to the vet for a shot. He doesn't enjoy those moments, but he more than makes up for it with his romps in the back yard and his games of fetch and his get-a-treat-every-time-he-comes-in treatment.
At the end of the month, however, we're welcoming a temporary new blonde into our home, and here she is:
Winslet (the bottom left golden) is going to join us as a foster dog. She's flying in from Istanbul, but I'm sure she'll quickly learn English.
Hopefully, Radar will be a gentleman and treat her in a polite way.
All four of these dogs will be coming to St. Louis in a few weeks. If you know anyone who wants to foster or adopt a golden retriever, please direct them to Love a Golden...
... And wish us luck. Radar can be quite, uh, exuberant.
