The Golden Gang
Professionally trained bird dogs. Amateur couch thieves.
The pedigrees and health clearances live on Our Dogs. This page is the other half of the story: what life actually looks like with four dark red goldens in the house and a litter underfoot.
Mama Tally and her very first litter, out for a lap of the yard. Hit play.
Four goldens, one bench, everybody sitting. Took about forty tries, and somebody on the end still blinked.
Mama Tally. Three litters, about forty puppies, and she still runs the place.
Tally's birthday. She tolerated the hat for exactly one photo.
Family portrait with the hardest-working member of the household. It eats a fifth golden's worth of hair every week.
Angus on a supply run: the neighbors' toys, two at a time. Retriever's gonna retrieve.
Lisa's little man, Angus. "Little" is doing a lot of work there.
Lisa says he holds them too much. Bree and Shony grew up daddy's girls, so it worked.
Whoever said diamonds are a girl's best friend never owned a golden retriever. Lisa wears the shirt, and she means it.
Shony's professional napping technique: belly up, teeth out, zero shame.
Checkup day. Eight puppies, two vet techs. The techs never stood a chance.
Supervising from the top of the stairs. Mostly judging.
Angus, snowbound by choice. Minnesota winter is just a bigger bed.
Holiday bandanas. Stayed on for exactly as long as it took to snap this.
Bath time. Two are plotting an escape. One found the drinking fountain.

Then: Bree's first truck ride. She claimed the center console and never looked back.
Now: Dad's full-time copilot. She has opinions about his lane changes.
Angus and Tally, cooling off. One kiddie pool, two field dogs, and not an inch to spare.
Dressed for the interview. He'd like to discuss your references.
Basket o' puppies. Some assembly required, escape attempt already in progress.
Lisa says Terry holds the puppies way too much. Exhibit A.
Daily puppy kisses. Mandatory and non-negotiable.
Thirty feet off a dock all summer. The rest of the time, this. Curly bedhead included.
Tally on the hunt. Retired from puppies, not from birds.
Field dogs in training. Lesson one: hide in the tall grass.
Caught mid-wink. Already working the room.
Big sister Bree, showing off the newest model. Little one's already waving at the fans.
Puppy burrito. Do not disturb.
Nap shift. Dad is the bed.
This is what a puppy raised underfoot looks like.
Green bow, red chair, zero patience for photo shoots.
The grown-ups supervising, making sure Dad's doing it right.
The look that gets an extra cookie. Every. Time.
Awaiting his parole hearing from the puppy pen.
The serious face. Don't buy it for a second.
Headshot day. Nailed it in one take.
Fresh out of the bath and out cold.
Pink-collar girl, checking whether you brought snacks.
Plaid shoulder. Best seat in the house.
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