How sweet is this story .... Young Gibson accompanied my daughter, riding her pony Iris (the daughter was riding not the dog) around the forest yesterday afternoon. Spring is in the air here and it's frankly plain difficult to stay inside when all this loveliness is beckoning us to come out and enjoy.
They cantered up and down the alleys of the forest, jumping fallen trees and having a great time. When Nina finally remembered her promise to be home before dark they set off in the right direction, but as they left the forest, she suddenly realised she had lost a glove.
"Bother! Oh no! Come on Iris we have to go back and find the glove" she turned the pony around and started heading back up the path, and called to Gibson, "come on Gibson, I've lost my glove" Gibson sat down, ( I'm sorry to say that is normal when he's called). She turned to look at him "Come on Gibson, it's getting dark, let's try and find that gl.... WOW Gibson!! "
You guessed it, sweet little Gibson had picked the glove up from wherever she had dropped it and was kindly carrying it home for her.
I tell you, Golden Retrievers are just born gentlemen.