She was a blond, with long silky hair and dark mysterious eyes. Young, of course. Aren't they always, those who cause older men to fall? And when she and I got together she had lots of "tongue action." Mostly we petted, but she wouldn't let me along and wouldn't let me leave her alone, not for a second. I told my wife about it, confessed, told her about Sassy. Sassy's owner says she's the same way with him and every other man. A butterfly, flitting from petting to petting, as golden retrievers will.