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My boy Remington, who will be 13 this fall, is about as crazy as you can get. He is highly intelligent, I used to call him the Terminator when he was younger, not an ounce of fat on him back then. I just recently noticed my boy got old, after my 9 year old had to be put down for cancer in February. My old timer hasn't slowed down though. He's packed on the weight, I can't say anything I'm big as a house. I've been walking him, but he's not a dog on a mission like my late Dock was. My Remington zigs and zags down the road, like a sailboat tacking up the river.
He loves the ladies. He is not that fond of any other men, like my sisters significant others. My brother in law stayed at my parents house before he married my sister, and my Remington made sure he guarded the bacon my father was making, and made sure my brother in law kept passing him the bacon. My Remington would growl at him to give him more bacon!
Old Remington got into a thorn bush when he was younger, slicing his eyeballs, he hasn't had the greatest vision. He is also extremely prone to separation anxiety. So, he might not recognize someone that's he's been comfortable with for a long time. He loves his women, and would sit between my sisters dates when they were watching tv. No one had to pay attention to them because Remington was doing it for us. The old arm around the girl trick didn't work and couldn't work because Remington was right there between them.
Remington even did that to my little brother and his girlfriend when they were first dating, it was then she knew she was part of the family. He didn't let my brother do the arm trick, and snuggled with his girlfriend. He thinks he's Don Juan.
We have a cockatoo, her name is Baby, sometimes when she goes from talking to just squawking, Remington will sing to her, just a low howling moan, but he will sing to her. I think he's saying the same everyone at home is, shut up bird!
Remington is insane, which seems to be par for the course for labs. His separation anxiety kicked in when he was younger. The family was at the pool, and he was on the deck with someone gathering food for dinner, which was to be eaten outside. Remington saw way too much fun being had, and decided to launch himself off the deck, which is 16 ft off the ground, and hit the ground running like a doctor! I almost had a heart attack, I though that he hurt himself. He just wanted to be with the party.
My boy is insane, and I could tell tons of stories. I'm glad he's made it this long. My Beau died last year of old age, he was 16, my Dock had to be put down this February because of a tumor, meds didn't work anymore. Old Remington and my Mack, a three year old baby Huey, another lab, are the only things I am beholden to in this world.