
With him is the rest of my unmatched muttly crew... (Not a "potent" member in the bunch) My labrador was actually un-neutered until he was seven, because he was shown. And although he did well in competition, he didn't do well enough to make his seed more valuable than better dogs that were doing the job. Before he was neutered he was a general pain to be around, much more interested in the female dogs in the field than any birds that might be there. He was neutered for his health because he was getting older... and had I understood how much nicer to be around he would become, I would have done it YEARS earlier.
The cocker mix showed up at my door, needing immediate help to survive she was so sick and starved, that was 15 years ago.
The Dal-Brador in the middle is my young dog. She was actually supposed to be a gift for a boyfriend, but I ended up keeping the dog and ditching the guy.
Well done, Hair!
I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but your Lab's a beaut. My last dog (died 1978) was a daughter of the Canadian champion show Lab (he was black) around 1964, named Buck, and what a treat he was, an utterly magnificent looking animal! Our pooch was golden, beautiful colouring (her grandmother had been golden, a show champion in Ireland, apparently), but her head was too small to be successful in show. And sometimes her brain reflected that! Afraid of cats, spiders, and butterflies! We took her to Pioneer Village near Toronto where she fell madly in love with an enormous ox. Ran away from butterflies, but pranced around that ox (who could have unknowingly squished her with one foot) like he was the Second Coming!