Who could possibly resist an 11-week-old golden retriever puppy? I ran into Liam at the Ferry Building during their farmer’s market, the same day as Gus. Liam was completely exhausted, mostly by having to stop and play with every single person who walked by him. All he wanted to do by this time was sleep, but dad wasn’t quite done, so Liam got a nice ride so he didn’t have to wear himself out any more. Although what he really needed was one of those dog carrier backpacks, so he could have gotten a little sleep.
I have about half a dozen pictures of Liam with some random stranger’s arm in the way. He’s a petting magnet.
Oh, Liam, it’s a good thing you weren’t mine, because I would’ve worn out your ears from the petting of them.