My Dad still calls me a Golden "knucklehead"-- whatever that means (it's probably another one of those goofy human terms of endearment like 'sweetie' and 'pumpkin').  My Mum is making noises about how I'm 'middle-aged' now, and that doesn't sound too good to me.  I no longer get a treat everytime I obey a command-- bummer, huh?

But deep down they KNOW I am really HRH Princess Gemma.

They still get all excited watching me do dumb tricks like bowing, waving, going to sleep, and balancing a biscuit on my nose. Easy stuff.  But seriously, I just want to take hikes, swim, do therapy visits to make sick people feel a little bit better -- and take LOTS of naps!

Life is good. Except when I have to go to the groomer's!