This is a brilliant thread. Over forty years our Labradors have given me many embarrassing moments. OH and I had been hillwalking with our previous lab, Cocoa, and stopped at a cafe to recuperate. I was sat on the terrace on a rather flimsy plastic chair with Cocoa at my feet, while OH went tor the cold drinks. Cocoa saw someone with food behind me and shot off. When the lead went tight the chair tried to spin, its legs gave way and I crashed to the ground on my back. Cocoa, who was very muscular, then dragged me about three feet on my back before I managed to hold her. The other customers thought it was hilarious. The next table applauded! At a spotty teenager I used to walk my first lab, Tammy, in the sand dunes near our home. One day she "investigated" a courting couple in the dunes and wouldn't leave them alone. I grabbed her collar and dragged her off, but as soon as I released it she ran back to play again. In the end I had to finish the walk Tammy on her lead.
I just remembered when I was a child in the 1960s, when we lived in a small country village and everyone left their doors open in summer and dogs wandered freely. One day our cocker spaniel returned carrying a ceramic bowl with DOG painted on the side. Turned out she'd pinched it from one of the neighbours' kitchens.
OH reminded me of a story with our Lab/collie cross, Gypsy. Once when my parents came to stay for a few days Gypsy was so excited to see him that she leaped up and french kissed him. It was a full tongue job. Its an understatement to say that he wasn't quite prepared for that....
These are all such good stories. I forgot about the time Oban, just starting to tripod pee, aimed a shot at our friend. Worse, she was the agility judge at a big dog show where we were to take out Canine Good Neighbour test. Not exactly a neighbourly thing to do but he passed anyway. The test evaluator was a different person and didn't know.
Dexter hasn't embarrassed me, yet, but one of my cats use to often. He proudly came home with 1lb of cheese once from a neibours kitchen. I checked my fridge as thought I must have left my cheese out after unpacking the shopping, nope, mine was in the fridge.
One evening we stopped on our walk to congranulate the newly instated president of Hubbies rowing club, in the dark and unnoticed until too late Homer peed on the gentlemans shoe! I was mortified! Then hubby and Homer came back from a walk with an old dildo (batteries included) that had washed up onto river bank after an exceptional high tide. Hubby thought it was an old water bottle until they got home. Homer was very proud of his find and didn't want to give it up.
Today at the dog park there were quite a few new faces. There was one I remembered but he didn't seem to recognize me. Then our two dogs started to play really hard... Which resulted in Axel humping his poor dog. In which case he turned to me and laughed and said "that's Axel! I remember him clear as day now" Not exactly how I want people to remember us but he did congratulate me on my effort as Axel only tried humping her a couple of times
Rory stole his best friends owner shoes. She was paddling with Spiro and her boyfriend shoes on the side of the river. Rory picked up hers and dived in with them then true to form decided to see if they could float...they do and i had to jump into the river to catch them before they floated away. Luckily they shoes were old and were fine but we nearly had to take her boyfriend to A&E because he couldnn't breathe, he was laughing that much. There have been many over the years including my friends lovely old boy stealing a fishermans sandwiches and Doug pincing a womans bottom in a queue I've not been dragged by by a dog but have fallen in so many swamps and rivers I have given up trying to stay clean.
mine have done loads, Molly ruined a family picnic ones at a beach and ate all their sandwiches and then ran off
Oh god they're all coming back to me now, when i first moved here Molly was chasing the neighbours cat then somehow got into the neighbours house ate some of their food and came out with a green feather duster running round with it omg neighbour was not happy
Have now made the acquaintance of almost everyone in a four mile radius, searching for Jackie who'd done a runner. EVERYONE now knows where the "brown lab, answers to Jackie" lives, and who to call. Took two hours to capture the little shit, who'd made systematic house calls to every dog in the neighbourhood, though he seems to favour golden retrievers. *sigh* I'm exhausted.
Jackie! 2 hours? While that's high on the naughty scale it just shows he's a sociable boy with all those friends he has to visit x
Nope, the owner of one of the golden retrievers managed to grab him and gave me a call. He seemed to have turned around and was probably making his way home when he met that GR, cause it was closer than the farthest sighting. One of my neighbours suggested that getting him castrated would curb the wandering.
I don't think there is any great evidence for this unless he has teenage hormones and there is a bit cheaper in season around....but happy to be corrected. Just glad he's back home Edited to say....oops! bit cheaper = bitch
Benson occasionally buggered off when not under the influence of suprelorin implant, however this was clearly driven by hormones, he would catch the scent of a bitch in season and disappear. My husband has had to retrieve him from someones backgarden once, to get there Benson had to clear a few hedges. Luckily the owners had their dog (a lovely yellow lab..) sequestered inside. Casper has been castrated and he is far more likely to go visiting and just bimble. Indeed he has been brought back home twice now from our village
