Every week, in addition to his walks, if it was not pouring or too hot for anyone wearing a fur coat, Barkley and I would head out. We had a couple places where I could throw a toy and he could safely run off leash for a while in safety. If it's hot out he got to go to the creek, sometimes with friends.
I felt kind of bad, he'd been in the house all day long without company. There's no telling what kind of mischief he can get into if he's too unoccupied..
Sorting my laundry (hey look, this has tooth sized holes in it, better throw it out).
Or playing secret Black Lab fantasy games.
I am Bored. Prepare to be assimilated.
But no matter what, he was always waiting for me with a bit happy Lab grin on his face and a wagging tail, just happy to see me.
When I got home that night, I set my empty yogurt container in the kitchen as I walked in, to toss in the trash when I got settled.
I expecting to be greeted by Mr. Happy Lab, who is usually waiting on the couch in the next room for me.
This was NOT Mr. Happy Lab. Not only does he spot the empty yogurt dish, he, apparently, can count to two.