Today I looked at a 4 month old yellow lab. My nephew was with me. First he ate his coat. Then after I distracted him he jumped up on me and had his way. The "puppy" needed to be
pried off.
(There must have been some Mississippi Blood Hound in him) Needless to say, after the dog was extracted from my leg, we promptly left, I warmed up the car, and went to buy my nephew a new coat. No I do not have pictures.

Tomorrow I
may go and look at beagle puppies if I recover from today's experience.
FYI- the older female dog was adopted before all her puppies. Thought y'all would be happy to hear that. I was a little upset I didn't get there first, especially since she was a female and my leg wouldn't have been appealing, but happy she found a good home.