The girls love their Mommy, and on this special Mother's Day, they want her to know just how much she means to them. Thank you for all of the hugs and kisses (and biscuits, of course!). We love you Mommy!

Our sweet Daisy Mae turns 11 today, and she still shines as bright as ever, and always has a smile on her face. What a beautiful girl you are, and a wonderful sister. We love you to the moon and back Daisy . . .

Spring came our way a few days ago, but you wouldn't know it by looking outside. We got several inches of snow, and the girls were very excited. None more so than ZuZu who absolutely loves to run and roll in the snow. It's clear, ZuZu loves the March snows!

Thanks to a cutout from their uncle (little Trog), the girls were able to get fitted for their own beard. We present to you that little ol' band from the land of goldens, ZZ DOG!!

Mommy went outside in the cold and snow to get the mail, and you can tell from the look on these faces that they are very concerned. I mean, she left us here, and she's right there and anything could happen to her . . .

Daisy and Paczki love to plop down by the front door, and they're usually snuggling while they take a nap. ZuZu on the other hand doesn't relax much because there is so much to be on guard . . .

Paczki loves the snow, and after doing a couple of snow angels she walks around until she can get her sisters to run, chase and do some faux fighting . . .

It was a colorful Autumn evening with backlit sun, and two wonderful smiles. We call it Golden Joy . . .

Golden retrievers Paczki and ZuZu love being out in the polar vortex a heck of a lot more than we do, but it's so much fun to watch them. This morning was around 10 degrees with about 7 inches of fresh snow: a perfect morning! And off they go . . .

Will Rogers said it best, "If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." When I see the joy in our goldens as they run and chase each other around, I sometimes think that instead of streets of gold, I'd just as soon be surrounded by our goldens . . .