Gwyn's neighborhood friend Sammy (a/k/a the Brad Pitt of the neighborhood) got a summer haircut!
I almost didn't recognize him...he looks about half as big as he does when he has his full winter coat :D
In true golden retriever fashion he conned me into throwing his tennis ball for him. He almost always greets me with his tennis ball in his mouth. On this particular day he dropped it onto the driveway which slopes ever so slightly. I stopped the ball from rolling into the ditch and threw it up into the grass close to the house....and the game was afoot! He's no dummy. And he doesn't act his age (I'm not sure how old he is, but he's a graying-muzzle older statesman kind of guy) when he's after his ball!