Having the same kind of “joy” with your Lab, are ya?.....:))
Fortunately, I don’t have one.
I learned from a couple of neighbors, and several co-workers who do/did have Labs.
If ever there was a breed that needed to be taught how to say, “hold mah beer, and watch this,” it would be the lovable Lab.
Not that my many decades dead Beagle couldn’t give one a run for its money.
Ever have a dog that would open a cabinet under the sink to get the trash can, then gently carry all the eggshells to the front door, and then stomp/roll them into the white carpet? And do it anytime you were more than 30 minutes late getting home from work? He figured 30 minutes was long enough for me to stop & buy him goodies on the way home; anything longer was unconscionable dallying.
He also feigned eating the black Walter Kendall Fives biscuits so that I wouldn’t figure he didn’t want any more of the other flavors. When I moved, I found bunches of them hidden all over the house.
...Oh, yeah; the peacoat buttons. And the epaulets off my dress uniform jacket....