Goldie was clean, Ma wasn't in, So we brought her in.

so today's post is going to be about... goldie!! ok for those of you who still don't know who goldie is, shame on you. she's only the most adorable, most fun thing there is in my house. she's my yellow labbie!


ok so here's the thing. i've been worrying quite a bit lately. not that i have anything to worry about actually, but it's just that i've been feeling massive waves of guilt ever since i watched Marley and Me some 2 days ago. again for those of you who have no idea what it is, it's a movie about a yellow labbie called marley who dies in the end. absolutely tear-jerking. oh my god i cried so much i was left in a mess after the movie. i think part of it may be because i could actually relate very much to the movie; having a labbie myself and having watched her grow from a puppy. trust me, it's no happier that way. because marley dies in the end. :(((

but it's a good thing now that i realise i should spending more time with goldie. i mean, i hate saying this but i've hardly had any sort of interaction with her of late- apart from the evening walks and the feeding. and that is just really really bad.

it's not like goldie's a 6 month old pup anymore. she is about to turn 7 in 3 months time. which relatively speaking, according to the internet, is like 50 years in terms of human age. (which according to me, happens also to mean bullcrap)

when we first bought her, she was my youngest brother's age. then somehow she managed to catch up with my other brother and i. and now suddenly she's my dad's age! what the...?? the whole calculation thing of multiplying a dog's age by 7 does not make any sense at all. plus i really doubt she's that old. i mean, come on.. just look at goldie's face.

haha how can you call this 50? she looks like a baby!

i like playing with her ears..