Golden Retrievers

My father had a Golden Retriever. He always used to say it was his best dog. And I don't know why we didn't have one after that. The family joke is we went to choose one and when it was about four weeks old, of course, they all look identical. It's the golden one. Exactly. But there we are. Whereas Ned, I deliberately chose him - he's got a little white flash on his head. We've had it for about... Okay. There we go. Neck warmer? Yeah. Let's go anywhere. Anywhere at all.