Craig,
Too Funny- I can definitely relate. When I walk out the door wall with bow in hand to the deer woods behind our home, Huck, my yellow, will sit at the door wall and cry like a baby until I'm out of sight.
We bred Huck from a male black Lab that we raised from a pup. His name was HR Franklin's Dakota and we acquired him at 49 days of age from Franklin Kennels in Beverly Hills, MI. God gave me Dakota to teach me the meaning of patience. After that lesson turned much of my brown hair gray, God gave me Dakota's Tombstone Huckleberry (Huck) because he knew that another high-strung, hard-charging, stubborn as the devil Labrador would be more than my middle-age heart could endure.
Sounds like you might be owned by your Lab too. Ain't it great?