Retrievers are wonderful dogs. In fact, I have three: two Labradors and a Flat coated Retriever. To say that I both love them as companions and rely on them as workers is a fair statement. They live up to their name, and will retrieve anything.
Spud, the Flat coat, in particular feels compelled to share all her treasures with me. Spud can be counted on to find anything and bring it back. A friend once dropped her favourite faux-fur hat without realising it, but Spud knew. Spud must have gone back for the hat. She came galloping up behind us, hat in her mouth, and presented it to my friend.
While Spud is fantastic at retrieving almost anything from shot game to ladies' accessories, mobile phones are not her best retrieve. My phone fell out of my pocket when we were out walking. Spud sniffed it out in the long grass and even brought it back -
Well, what was left of it after a short time in her mouth. Why she's so gentle with game and so hard on phones is a mystery.
My "dead phone count" now stands at three: run over with mower, drowned in trough, eaten by overenthusiastic Flat coat. Who's got a great story to share about how their own phone died?