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when I am out and about dealing with world.  To deal with my moods I need an industrial amount of golden retriever bad mood sucking super power.  This is definitely provided by my small squad of golden girls as I arrive home each day.
    Our arrival follows the standard procedure of us coming down the road to my house to see my three girls lounging in various shady positions along my front garden.  They do this with their eyes firmly on the road keeping watch for impostors, invaders, visitors, or their personal favorite, the arrival home of their democratically assigned deity – me. 
    With their rich, yellow gold coats and fluffy feathering around their necks, legs and tails, they look more like a pride of golden lions.  This is emphasized by the way they casually laze about looking like they are doing nothing most of the time. 
    That is until either guard duties or welcoming duties are required. 
    In this mode, all hell breaks loose when they either charge as a loud, barking group at the threatening invader.  This almost deafening racket is maintained until said invader decides to remove the ir self from the immediate vicinity of the chicken wire fence boundary that surrounds my house.
    If the invader is positively identified as a welcome friend, they begin to swirl madly around each other, performing an intricate dance pattern while yipping and yodeling with glee at the visitor’s arrival.
    Today, the girls of course spot us about one hundred meters out from the driveway.  They then start performing their mad yodeling dance maneuvers on the other side of the gate as we pull slowly into the driveway and stop.
    I apprehensively climb out of the car, trying to avoid rattling my ribs and wrist as I wander over to open the gate.  This is done while battling with a mass of noses and tongues as each of the girls shoves their way through the melee to give me a personal, tactile doggie greeting.   With the first greetings conducted, they all race madly down to the house to await our more formal arrival home.
    Jen pulls the car down the driveway, kills the engine and climbs out to greet the girls.  She does this as I slowly make my way down the driveway and head to the back of the float to help her unload Maverick.
    We quickly go about the process of unloading him, which to our surprise he does calmly.  Jen then leads him around the house and down to his paddock where she gives him a quick scratch behind the ears before setting him free. 
    While she does this, I shuffle about and grab a shovel ready to clean the float before it is put away in the shed.
    “I’ll do that,” Jen says as she returns from Maverick’s paddock.  “You are injured and you should probably just go inside and sit down.  Please just go and open the house and then give me your keys so I can open the shed.  I’ll put the float away then be back down to the house shortly.”
    I breathe a tired sigh of relief.   She is my best friend ever.  I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was until that precise moment and the thought of sitting down sounds divine.
    I throw her a thankful smile and head over to unlock my back door.  I hear soft footfalls behind me and realize she has followed me there to save me the effort of walking the keys back to her at the car. 
    What a good woman.
    I hand her the keys, show her the shed key and with yet another grateful smile, head inside to get us both a cold drink.  I then flop down on the couch to wait until she comes back.
    I have barely sat down when my IPhone starts ringing in my handbag.  I rustle around through my bag, pull out my phone and read the caller identification flashing on the screen.  I am surprised to find it is Jen ringing so I quickly swipe across the screen to answer her call.
    “Um, long time no see, what’s wrong?” I ask.  Worry edging my words because Jen ringing me from my driveway surely has to mean something has gone wrong outside.
    “Nothing’s wrong.  Don’t