Barney is a great friend. When I come over to visit, we do the initial dog thing. First he lets me know he's boss and then we smell each other carefully. Then I walk around his yard and go No. 1. I don't know why, but almost everytime I go visit him, I have to go! We play all day, and when I stay overnight, Barney let's me stay in his Dog-a-loo. Although he is boss, he let's me get away with an awful lot.

Sometimes, we get to play catch with my master. He holds 2 tennis balls. He throws the first one for Barney and the 2nd one is always meant for me. Barney brings the ball back, but he never gives it to my master. I on the other hand, am a true blooded retreiver, so I merrily run back and put the ball in my master's hand. It's only then that Barney drops his ball because he can't wait to get the next ball.

I usually beat Barney back to my master because I am in great shape. I'm a lean, mean, fetching machine. Barney, although I love him dearly, well..., he's kinda over weight.