We had a stumpy, stocky black Lab who ate a wall.
We also went through 4 vacuums one year thanks to his prodigious ability to shed hair.
I miss him every day.
We have doodles (lab and goldie crosses). Our labradoodle is food obsessed; he’s getting old, blind & deaf but can hear a biscuit packet opening across the house.
The double (goldie/lab) doodle isn’t bothered by food; I can scoff crisps to my heart’s content and he’ll not raise an eyebrow, but the lab cross? Crumbs don’t even hit the floor.
And those sad, sad eyes. At 45kgs, him sighing on my lap for a snack is heartbreaking (and heavy).
He is allowed to snack though, he has inoperable mast cell tumours (slow growing, been playing whack a mole with his cancers for 3 years). Without a regular stash of treats he’d drop too much weight, and by gosh does he play on the ‘I have cancer, give me snacks’ face. The toad lol.
On the upside, since the older dood is so food obsessed, training was a breeze. He does all the tricks; singing along to Paint It Back is a specialty. The younger dood can sit, wait, do high five and sings along to Under The Sea. But down? Roll over? Recall? No.
I think his ears are painted on.