Beowulf was a yellow lab, he was littermate with 2 others, All big, big pups. When he was 6 months old, I left him home as usual and went to work. He had eaten socks a few times, so I was completely unprepared for what awaited me at home. I unlocked the door to find stuff all over the floor, and didn’t know where it came from. In the dining room I found my happy hound tail a wagging as if to say look I re arranged the furniture! My easy chair was on its side with half the side gone, my tv remote, vcr, cd’s and couch cushions were also victims of his decorating style. I also found a hole in the carpet.
As he aged he had hip problems, and no longer enjoyed life, one day I let him out for a potty break and he couldn’t go, I called him back in but he wouldn’t, He wanted to go for a walk, but collapsed in the neighbors yard. He gave me that big Labrador smile and said it was time. I took him to the vet, where I held him as he took his last breath. I now have his ashes as a reminder of this amazing pet.