A Balmy January Day

like he was born to do it

The trip was so fun, and such a huge success. Porter navigated it all with grace and skill - from riding an escalator to getting on a plane to his very first goose retrieve (above). What a fantastic guy! Many more pictures to come.

Pointing Lab

Parting the Waters

Oh Tennis Ball, Oh Tennis Ball . . .

Watering the Dog

LOL Lab

Meanwhile, not to be out-cuted

Me and Portah, hangin' in the pool.

Home to South Georgia!

Porter and Uncle Andy on High Alert!


Porter by the pond (he was mostly IN the pond).


Porter was really thrilled about all the construction on my parents' new house.


Tell me he's not going to have Labrador dreams about this for years to come...


Side view. He's getting to be a bruiser!

Today, He Learned to Tread Water

Porter Goes to the Office Picnic

There was a lake...

Back in Black (Lab, that is)

Sorry for the lull in posting. It's very good to be home. Portah met at the airport and we had a short-term parking garage reunion. I am pretty sure he remembered who I was because he rode in my lap all the way home, but then, he could have also just been trying to position himself in front of the air vent.

We had our first big weekend back in the swing of things with a trip to the dog park and the swimmin' hole this morning. Porter met a big German Shepherd named Bear. Bear and Porter have the same favorite game: Let's Both Hold This Stick And Run Around! They were very funny, and we hope we run into Bear again.

Porter demonstrating his utter focus and determination - the Please Throw That Stick, Daddy pose.


Here's Bear!


Porter temporarily gains control of the stick, but Bear is not far behind.


Porter giving Bear the Crazy Eyes: Let-go-a-my-stick-or-else!


Very beautiful Bear. Bear's dad, Mike, rescued Bear from a shelter when he was 6 months old. I think that they both got really lucky!


PS - Porter now weighs 72 lbs. Bear is 2 1/2. Our pup is getting BIG.

More Fun with Lab

If you are water coming out of a hose,


...or a pine cone,


Portah will attack you unmercilessly.

Then he will act beautiful and aloof, as if the preceding ridiculousness had never occurred:

Fetch!

Swimming on Sunday!

Just Add Water

Porter, chillin' on his beach towel on the way to the dog park and swimmin' hole this morning.


GAAAAAHHH!!!!!!


HOLD STILL MOMMY... I WILL BE RIGHT THERE TO SNUGGLE YOUR PANTS LEGS!!


Fetchin' a stick, fetchin' a stick.

Swimming!

Porter, on his way to the swimmin' hole. (It only took mommy and daddy two hours of driving around aimlessly before they found it.)

Baroo? Big labs in a swimmin' hole?


Typical Porter, he charged right in. His stroke needed some work at first.


Ah, yes. Less splashy. Much better.


Now we just have to work on swimming with his mouth shut...