Y is for yellow lab. We got Irish in 1996. She will be 10 in July. Against my husband's wishes, my kids and I went to the pet store (yes, I know... you shouldn't do that but it's local and they only buy local puppies) after my son was discharged from the hospital from a particularly bad episode of asthma. (he is NOT allergic to dogs... cats are another story altogether) Anyhow, I had been wanting a dog for a long time and I thought that would cheer all of us up. My husband was not amused. After 10 years, ask me who in the family is more attached to the dog than anyone. Right. My husband.
She is without a doubt, the best dog ever. She loves us unconditionally. She goes nuts when the kids come home after being away. I knows she misses them. She sleeps in the hall outside their bedrooms doors every day just waiting for them to get up.
This past summer, my son and his girlfriend were fooling around and they pretended they were dead on the couch just to see what she would do (yes, terrible, what can I say?) After she tried to get a stir out of them to no avail, she went out in the kitchen, pushed open the kitchen storm door (which she has NEVER done in 10 years) and ran up on the front porch where my husband was sitting and reading. She started barking at him and he knew something was wrong. He went in the house and asked them what happened in there to cause the dog to act like that. When they told him what they did, we were all so amazed that she turned into "Lassie" the wonder dog.
When the kids start raising their voices to one another she positions herself between them just in case. She gets upset during Steeler games when the guys start yelling at the TV because she thinks they are yelling at each other.
We love this dog.