At the risk of offending Miss Enbrethilel, Obi was like dog porn to the canine lovers at the festival. Heads were a turnin', and one older gentlemen blindsided me by reaching to pet Obi which caused him (Obi that is) to snap at the man. I'm hoping no blood was drawn. I blame it on the shepherd in him, not the lab (Obi that is, not the man).
Many a "what a beautiful dog" comment was heard but I wonder about the future of German Shepherds, or as I call them, German Shedders. In an increasingly time-crunched world, the desire to vacuum up dog hair every hour must be decreasingly appealing. (Hence the popularity of "labradoodles"?)
And - this is just anecdotal - but it seems like everyone is allergic to everything these days, meaning that allergies to hairy dogs are probably increasing.
I'm sure you'd be interested to know that Obi and me took a hike in the nearby Sherwood Forest before heading to the entertainment booths: