Where’s to begin...
I think mine was an extra for Marley and me.
He pulled over a pub table, knocked a pint of beer over, drank some of it and then threw up in my car.
Stole the Christmas pork joint off the counter and ate it, opportunistic counter surfing didn’t end there.
Slipped his lead, swam across a canal into a field to get to a duck, who promptly took off.
Thought a male stranger was my DH slipped his lead, ran, jumped and knocked the guy over. (Had to take out insurance to cover me for injuries)
Jumped a fence, tore his cruciate, cost £6,500 to operate.
Took my aunt out, she put her fur coat in the car... he took a fancy to it, neutered him after that particular incident. He’s chewed my seatbelts, concrete, a table, 2 chairs, his bed, shoes, a remote control, food dishes and some books. Pinched one of my mum’s ornaments, ate it. Rolled in & eaten all types of poo, like it was the best chocolate. Took a can of lager, chewed it and drank the contents. Sat on someone’s picnic blanket hoping for a sandwich (got one). Sheds everywhere! Thinks everyone and every dog wants to be his best friend... which for the most part they do! I was inexperienced with labs, paid for a lot of training and he is a little better now he’s 9.
He’s gone into hospital and nursing homes and patients have loved him, (his mother was a therapy dog) very gentle, loving and placid- at times! Good luck!