I took Flynnie to the vet today for regular bloodwork (because of the epilepsy meds). They'll call Monday with the results, but doc kept saying what a beautiful lab he is and how fit and healthy he appears. That pleased me immensely! Oh... 82 pounds. Perfect.
The Ambassador part? Not a rogue bone in his body the entire time (1 hour). Lovingly and politely greeted every single man, woman, child, dog and cat who walked in the front door (I lost count after the 12th person). You know that adoring look upwards the labs give you? The "Hello, aren't I just the handsomest thing and so well behaved and aren't you just the most wonderful human being I've ever met" look? Head raised, four steady straight legs, tail gently wagging, smile on the face. Inquisitive but polite niffs on the animals who returned the gestures with equal aplomb.
And of course, my dream companion in the car. He just lays down, head raised in the back of the PaddyWagon and waits to get to wherever it is we are going.