Maybe it's their winning personalities or their rough and tumble way of taking on the world. They're right here through the gunning season and the rest of the year, romping in the yard, snoring in the middle of the bed, riding in a truck, or lurking beneath the table at dinnertime.
Labs are there to serve.
They can not more change that any more than they can change the color of their coats. It's not what they do, it's what they are . They lead lives of devotion, and would gladly lay it down if the need arose. They can carry an egg in their teeth and never puncture the shell, set it down gently, and then nonchalantly chew their way through a chain-link fence. Only a Lab will charge into ice cold water at masters command to make a retrieve.