LMAO :roflmao:
My dog was full blooded lab(rador retriever)... with the rare (in the US) double coat that lets them swim off the boats in sub zero salt water to go pick up the fishing nets. (This translates to shedding bags and bags and BAGS of hair :facepalm: Buy a couch that matches your dog, is all I can say). Also the collapsible nostrils some labs have that let them swim underwater for shot periods of time.
Did he retrieve? No.
Did he swim? No.
Okay, to be fair, he swam when he was younger, including a lot of it underwater, trying to get the pattern off the bottom of the pool. But a scare before he was a year old left him terrified of water. To the point he would have a howling screaming (dogs screaming is heartbreaking) for, racing back and forth try and summon help when any of
us went swimming. (Monsters! They’ll eat you! Get OUT). I eventually got him willing to WADE, but it was clear he thought the entire exercise was daft. And showed very clear lack of judgement on my part. But it did allow him the ability to attempt to herd us out of the water. So he went along with it. But only so far.
He also felt that way about the dishwasher... but also to be fair... it DID try to eat him once. And then chased him around the house. Throwing broken dishes at him, and spewing soapy water all over the ground attempting to slow him down. All whilst keeping a death grip on his throat, and roaring and clang-crash-booming dire threats of what it was going to do to him. Fearful loud, dishwasher monsters. (The bottom rack got stuck to his collar, and made it through 2 entire laps of the house). The dishes were less fortunate.
He was a helluva sled dog, though.
And he would alert when my son’s oxygen dipped.
