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Discussion in 'Other Pets & Livestock' started by awesomefowl, Dec 6, 2011.
She was trying to bite the computer mouse. Doth young Labrador have a screw loose?!?!
"Screw loose" only until they are 5 or 6 years old.
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I've had a lab for quite some time now. They're weird, I tell ye. They do all sorts of random stuff and spaz a lot regardless of age. Despite this, they're still really sweet. Just crazy...
Have you read the book, "Marley and Me"?
...but dontch love it?
Because he has to live with you? Don't take that personally, of course, it's the explanation I've come up with for my dog.
Get used to it...young Lab will do that and more goofiness...even when not young. They are big lovable goofballs.
Labs eat EVERYTING they can get to.
At least until they are 2/3 years old, then they start again at about 5/6.
If you value your socks and undies, put your dirty clothes behind closed doors.
In fact, put everything behind closed doors.LOL
You can not (IMO) find a more lovable dog than a Lab.
Mine's of the black variety.
My one year old lab mix is completely insane. When no one is looking, he'll eat anything he can get his paws on...except chickens, thank goodness. I love that dog!
Our black Lab is 14 years old.....has cancer, but is still with us. He even got the screens off the windows and chewed them to bits. He chewed a hole through a hollow core door to the garage and chewed holes in every feed sack stacked on a pallet. Came home to horse feed all over the garage. He loves kittens........mewing kitties on TV worry him so much......he looks everywhere for them, crying in frustration cause he KNOWS they need his help. He is the King of our yard, kind to all, loving, goofy, talkative(barks until he gets what he wants), can get the pantry door open to eat all the cat food and leave shredded bag remains on the floor, loves to go in the coop with me cause the chickens get better food then he does........and they let him raid their feeder, but will peck the other dogs for doing the same thing. He is terrified of rain, thunder, lightening and my husband's loud aggravated voice (not even directed at him). He loves everyone that comes by in the front yard, but barks at the neighbor in the house behind us in the back yard. He ran out in the street one day to greet a policeman that pulled over a speeding car in front of our house. A very surprised policeman found that his hand fit perfectly on a lab's head. The dogcatcher knew his name cause he could jump the fence and take off for parts unknown. He used to leap into my husband's lap, in the recliner, where they both would go to sleep and both would snore. Now in the autumn years of his life, he can no longer join his Daddy in the recliner, he can no longer run or jump the fence, he has his bad days when pain pills ease his aches and pains. He loves basking in the sun, snacks from my husband's dinner plate, his special quilt on the floor and his private pile of beef bones. He rouses himself from a deep sleep when he hears me in the kitchen and wobbles in there for treats. He is spoiled rotten. He is loved. We are blessed by the presense of a big black goofy dog.