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ALL ABOUT ZAC

Chief of Meet & Greet, Sandy Lane Resort
(As told by Yours Truly, Zac – The Dog with the Job)

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Hi there! 🐾

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Name’s Zac. Mr. Zac Zverevski, if we’re being formal. But you can call me Zac, Zaccy, Z-Man, or—if you’ve got treats—Your Majesty is fine too.

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I’m a golden retriever. Which means I’m golden (literally), and retrieving is in my blood. Balls, sticks, shoes left on the beach… yep, I retrieve 'em all. I’m also the head of the Meet & Greet Department here at Sandy Lane Resort. It’s a very prestigious position, and yes, I take bribes in the form of belly rubs and biscuits.

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Morning Patrols & Wagging Duties

Each morning, I rise with the sun. Not because I’m some kind of overachiever—I just get really, really excited about breakfast. Once I’ve had my kibble (and stared long enough at someone else’s toast to maybe get a corner), I begin my official patrol of the grounds.

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I trot the trails, sniff the trees, and make sure everything looks just right. You never know when a squirrel might try to sneak in without a reservation. Gotta keep the place secure.

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Next stop: the front office. That’s where I get my daily ear scritches from the lovely team and update everyone on important things like:

  • “The beach looks perfect for stick throwing.”

  • “Someone might need a tail wag.”

  • “I’ve achieved new levels of fluffiness.”

 

Beach Boss in the Summer

Oh, the beach. My favorite place on Earth. I run like the wind! I splash! I roll around until I look like a sandy chicken nugget. I also greet guests as they arrive with wagging tail and full-body wiggles.

Kids throw me sticks. Grown-ups sneak me treats. Sometimes I “accidentally” shake off lake water very close to people in white shorts. Accidents happen.

 

Snow Patrol in the Winter

In winter, I trade in my beach vibes for snow zoomies. Have you ever seen a golden retriever frolic through fresh snow? I look like a cinnamon bun with rocket boosters. I love to make snow-dog angels and lead guests on snowy trail adventures (if they can keep up!).

One time I got my tail stuck to a snowbank. We don’t talk about it.

 

The Guests Love Me (and I love them more)

Let’s be honest: I’m the real reason people come to Sandy Lane. I’ve been in more family vacation photos than the lake. I’ve had songs written about me (okay, it was a five-year-old humming, but it sounded like a song). And I’ve given out approximately 17,243 licks of love.

I know when kids need a playmate, when grown-ups need a furry snuggle, and when it’s time to flop over for maximum belly rub exposure. It’s a sixth sense.

 

Mr. Zac’s Pro Tips for Visiting Sandy Lane

  1. Always carry snacks. (Just in case I forget mine.)

  2. Never ignore a wagging tail. It’s basically a welcome mat with fur.

  3. If you see me on the trail, I’m not lost—I’m on patrol!

  4. Be ready to play. I always am.

 

So come say hi! You’ll find me on the beach, in the snow, or napping like a champ under the front desk. I’m Mr. Zac Zverevski—resort ambassador, professional good boy, and the fluffiest member of the team.

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Woofs and tail wags,
Zac 🐶

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