I run into Luca (may actually be ‘Lucca’, not sure) at Huntingdon Park quite frequently in the mornings. He is a happy golden, except when someone else has a tennis ball. (Although it’s okay if someone else has a tennis ball if he has two tennis balls. In his mouth. At the same time.)
Aside from ‘all the tennis balls’, Luca also owns the Huntingdon Park fountain, especially on hot days.
The patented ‘sad golden’ expression. Designed to get the golden in question EXACTLY what he wants in life.
A lovely fountain is only improved by the presence of a lovely dog.