My experience with labradors, albeit quantity 2 (mine and my brother's) is completely different than llombardo's.
Mine was yellow and the awesomest dog ever. He never chewed a thing--we buried him at the age of 12.5 with the teddy bear the breeder gave him the day he was whelped. He was rock frickin solid, stable, confident and quite defensive in the most appropriate way and that dog never needed a leash, fence or even a collar. We never had a fenced yard the entire 12+ years.
Just last night we were watching old home videos DH is capturing from the tapes to the computer, and I was teaching my dtr, then about 5 to ride a bike. We were in the street at a corner (of a dead end alley, and no traffic) and I told the lab to sit and stay. So I'm filming, we run down the sidewalk, she's starting to go, I'm yelling good job and we finally stop. I'm congratulating her, etc, and suddenly the camera whips around to behind me, and there sits the faithful lab, still waiting for a release command. (There were lots more episodes of things like this on the videos) My kids' friends were so amazed--I said to them "This, this is what you strive for in dog training". But I really think it was just him.
I miss him every day still.
~Elrond's Rocket of Rivendell, aka The RocketDog
06/15/11 hiker and runner extraordinaire
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