The night before the last day of school my junior year of high school, all my buddies were at my house filling water balloons for the annual water balloon fight. My dad pulled up after a day's work and all of a sudden, I hear my buddy say: "Holy shit. What the fuck is that?"
I look up and see Mac barreling at us and we all froze. Enter one of the "bar setting" dogs in my life. This pic is from 2007 when he was an old man. He was a rottweiler/lab mix with a huge heart and some of the best obedience you could ask for from a dog that never had any formal training. I'm holding Remi the night we brought him home. I stopped to introduce him to Mac because I knew Mac wasn't long for the world. We lost him the next spring.
For year's, we've had a standing agreement that any rottweiler/lab mix I came across, can come home with no consulting necessary. We had no clue Gunnar would turnout to be a blend of rott and lab, but he sure has a lot of his Uncle Mac in him. He walked into an impossible standard when it comes to my expectations for a companion and has far exceeded those same expectations. He's gonna be a legend if he lives a long fruitful life.