Our former neighbors have a black lab. Our RB Morgan looked like a little black panther...or in Sheba's eyes, a little black lab. She isn;t all that bright Sheba would go into fits when we took Morgan into the back yard, rubbing the fence, getting her head down, butt in the air, tail going a million miles an hour. And she would whimper...all she wanted was for Morgie to pay attention to her. One day he walked over and rubbed against the fence in front of her. I thought we were going to have to call puppy 911 for oxygen! She got so happy!

So come on guys, cut the pup some slack!