Golden Puppy

Golden Puppy was made for wandering, and wander he does — down every street, lane, and winding little shortcut he can find. A dawn amble, a dusk meander, the occasional happy detour taken for no reason at all: to him, every road is worth following to its end.

His stride is soft and unhurried, the kind that leaves room for chatting or quiet musing, whichever suits his companion that day. Whatever the sky is doing — sunshine, mist, a light patter or a proper soaking — his outlook holds firm: there's no such thing as poor weather, only a poor attitude (and, perhaps, the wrong pair of shoes).