Sultana Sandwich

My sister trying to cheer me up sent me to cuteoverload.com where I found this gem. Brilliant. Takes me back to my childhood where I had a golden retriever from the ages of four through eighteen.

When I was 16 I lived in Sweden on exchange for six months, and my parents would ask Smedley (my dog): Smedley.... where's james? where's james? to which he'd then get excited and go look for me out side, run around the back yard and after 20 minutes of utter confusion come back to lie on the doormat.

Alas I didn't come back for six months, but luckily dogs never forget a face... errr scent.