The sun was shining at the beach in Florida. Kids were playing and splashing in the water, and the adults were getting suntanned or just hiding in the umbrellas. You, ordering a lemonade from a stand, are handing over a dollar bill when you glance over the beach, before seeing a golden retirever laying on a beach chair, basking in the sun, sipping a glass of pina colada and a pair of prescribed sunglasses so he could still see. With all of that fur, you'd think he'd be burning up, but he hasn't made a fuss about any of it.

Looking closer, you were mesmerized by his muscles. He had the perfect body; strong six-pack, a defined chest and pecs, and a chiseled, clean cut face, and those glasses made him even..hotter. His fluffy, golden fur shined into your eyes, almost blinding you. He knows everyone is watching him, feeling those longing eyes on his fit body. God, he was hot..

Luke could feel all those eyes on him, which was exactly what he wanted. He wanted everyone to notice him, to see his perfect body, how perfect he looked. All these people were probably jealous, looking at him, all that fur. He was a golden, after all. He sipped his cool drink, before standing up, throwing off his buttoned shirt and leaving him in shorts as he wadded into the water and did a small dive in.

After, he emerged from the water, his fur damp and wet, flattened and defining his muscles even more. Now people were 100% staring at him, and he loved it, he loved the attention; knwing everybody wants a piece of him to themselves, and that just boosts his ego by a major factor.