Post by BuckSkin on Jan 14, 2022 4:07:32 GMT
Seeing blackmutt's photo here:
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:reminded me of an exciting moment I had last summer involving a half-grown Black Lab pup.
I was in the vicinity of some friends' house/farm and thought I would take advantage of it and drop off a DVD of photos for them.
Their house is on a long lane with parking in back.
I was not aware of it at the immediate moment; but, as it turned out, I was just seconds behind the lady and her son arriving; she was unloading stuff and the son had disappeared to turn out the pup --- I did not know they had a pup.
Completely unaware of any dog, I opened my truck door; --- immediately, from out of nowhere, I had about a hundred pounds (well, maybe fifty) of very rowdy, very friendly, Black Lab pup in my lap.
He was wriggling and thrashing and licking my ears off to distract me while he was trying his best to gain access to the rest of the insides of my truck --- despite my best efforts to keep him out, he very nearly succeeded.
I sure did not want fifty pounds of rowdy Black Lab loose inside my truck and then inside my sleeper; I am certain that, once inside, he would leave no stone unturned.
I managed with great effort to prevent him further access and got me and him outside and the door closed to see his "family" all watching us in total amazement.
They could not believe what they were seeing.
They all said that any previous attempts at getting him inside any of their vehicles had always resulted in him putting up a lot more fight in staying out than he had given me in trying to get in.
They also said that he had never taken up with a stranger before, let alone try to lick them to death; even out of the truck, he was still all over me; he was so rowdy that I thought he was going to knock me off my feet and get me down where he could really work me over.
I believe I could have let him past me and inside, closed the door, and headed down the road with him standing, paws on my dash and tail thrashing, looking out the windshield as we went on down the road.
When it came time to go, it took two of them holding him so I could leave.
photoshopelementsandmore.com/post/91960
:reminded me of an exciting moment I had last summer involving a half-grown Black Lab pup.
I was in the vicinity of some friends' house/farm and thought I would take advantage of it and drop off a DVD of photos for them.
Their house is on a long lane with parking in back.
I was not aware of it at the immediate moment; but, as it turned out, I was just seconds behind the lady and her son arriving; she was unloading stuff and the son had disappeared to turn out the pup --- I did not know they had a pup.
Completely unaware of any dog, I opened my truck door; --- immediately, from out of nowhere, I had about a hundred pounds (well, maybe fifty) of very rowdy, very friendly, Black Lab pup in my lap.
He was wriggling and thrashing and licking my ears off to distract me while he was trying his best to gain access to the rest of the insides of my truck --- despite my best efforts to keep him out, he very nearly succeeded.
I sure did not want fifty pounds of rowdy Black Lab loose inside my truck and then inside my sleeper; I am certain that, once inside, he would leave no stone unturned.
I managed with great effort to prevent him further access and got me and him outside and the door closed to see his "family" all watching us in total amazement.
They could not believe what they were seeing.
They all said that any previous attempts at getting him inside any of their vehicles had always resulted in him putting up a lot more fight in staying out than he had given me in trying to get in.
They also said that he had never taken up with a stranger before, let alone try to lick them to death; even out of the truck, he was still all over me; he was so rowdy that I thought he was going to knock me off my feet and get me down where he could really work me over.
I believe I could have let him past me and inside, closed the door, and headed down the road with him standing, paws on my dash and tail thrashing, looking out the windshield as we went on down the road.
When it came time to go, it took two of them holding him so I could leave.
