Labrador retriever
"Toby"
Labrador profile
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Lifespan: 10-12 Years
Avg height: 53-61cm
Avg weight: 24-36 kg
Coat type: Double coated, waterproof, short straight hair
Coat colours: Yellow, brown, black, dark fox red
Originally bred for: retrieving, hunting, agility
Breed traits: Versatile and intelligent breed that is used in various service jobs such as assistance jobs and the military. The Labrador is a loving and smart dog suitable for nearly every lifestyle.
A little about Labradors
Labradors are a versatile and intelligent breed used in various service jobs, such as assistance jobs and the military. The Labrador is a loving and smart dog suitable for nearly every lifestyle and are a very popular breed.
LABRADOR HEALTH INFORMATION
Labradors are a generally healthy breed, however they can inherit some hereditary problems, such as hip dysplasia, cancer, progressive retinol atrophy and heart problems. Labradors love their food, so obesity is also a common problem for their breed as they will eat anything put in front of them. Problems such as diabetes, entropion, distichiasis and tricuspid valve dysplasia is also occasionally seen in Labradors as well.
WHAT YOUR VET THINKS WHEN A LABRADOR WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR…
“What has it eaten now…”
A day in the life of "Toby"
Retrieve. Must retrieve. He runs through the yard, nose sniffing as his head wags along the ground trying to find anything for his human.
He’d heard the car door slam and knew his people were now home. Now to find the perfect gift.
He spots the sock of his little human, left beside the stairs. That will do.
Gently, careful not to ruin the gift, he grabs the sock in his mouth. Ears pricking, he can hear the gate. They’ve now entered the yard!
Must run, before they get inside.
He turns the corner of the house and sees his people walking towards the front door.
His tail starts wagging and he begins to whine, ‘accept my gift!’
Dropping his gift, he wiggles while receiving ear rubs. This is the life.
He follows his people into the house, straight to the kitchen. His little human sits on the floor next to him, and speaks about something called tractors, while his other people begin cooking.
His mouth begins to drool, and he watches every motion in the room. Chop, chop, stir. It all smells too good.
Something falls. He leaps, tongue out as he does and reaches the food. Gone.
‘Daaaaad, Toby ate something’.
‘Not again.’
His tail wags again as his human approaches, drumming against the wooden cupboard.
At least this time it wasn’t a sock.