So dainty and sweet! I wish I could trade places with her! I say that to my Golden all the time, I wish I was him - the only worry he has in this world is when will his next "walkies" take place!
[ What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. - Crowfoot, 1890, on his deathbed. ]