DOG-1 Product Review. Intrigued by the marketing blurb for a DOG-1, where it describes the latest offering from G.O.D Industries as being Man’s Best Friend’, we thought we’d try one out and see if it lived up to those expectations. Thankfully, our DOG-1 exceeded everything and this wonderfully-designed creature comes highly recommended.

DOG-1’s can come in packages of up to eight or nine and sometimes even more than that but we opted for the single unit. Ours was a male Labrador (model number: DOG-1LBDR-M) in a shiny gloss black color. Other colors available are yellow or brown. We had to wait a few weeks for delivery as apparently, there is a weaning process where the unit is extricated from its original packaging. Despite the wait, we were thrilled to receive our DOG-1LBDR-M. As DOG-1LBDR-M is a bit of a mouthful especially when shouting him in the park, we called him Max. DOG-1’s, like most of the different product ranges from G.O.D Industries, are extremely diverse with many hundreds to choose from. You can be sure however, of the careful, considerate thought that has gone into each and every one and it’s this attention to unique detail that makes owning one such a delight.

A young DOG-1 (or puppy’ as they are often called) can be quite a handful and our Max was no exception. For some reason, the designers chose to install a module into our Labrador called Chewy-furniture-up’. By the time Max was a year old, three sofa’s had been dispatched at the hands of his sharp, blossoming teeth. As he became older, he could easily destroy in a matter of minutes one of those chew toys unfortunately labeled ‘indestructible’ by the manufacturer. There were some quality control issues that lasted well beyond the guarantee period as our Max would often remove every single item from the trash can and arrange them around his sleeping area. We’d already (stupidly) invested in some CAT-1’s and for some reason, Max had been programmed to think these were of his own kind. He often groomed them and they loved him back. Well, as far as a cat can love anything other than itself.

We were assured our Max would be a reasonably small version of a Labrador but we think someone was having a laugh at our expense. Fully grown, he was the size of a small horse and weighed 9 stones. Not only that, he was strong, very strong and his muscles rippled as he walked. One time, using just a rubber pull-toy, he pulled my not-inconsiderable-bulk across the floor while I was

The Physical Education Class in my 1951 high school junior year would have been a favorite if not for my friend Duane. We were bosom buddies and never intended to be adversaries. We were both skinny kids and seemed to always be the exact height, weight and lacking muscle mass. Actually “mass” would never have been the description of our muscle package . . . . . and neither would “package”. We shared a similar competitive spirit and losing was not in our nature which set us up for what was to come in this PE class. We were both peacemakers and fighting was not our style. Why then did Coach Moordale decide that the two of us should be pitted against each other as opponents in the boxing class?

During class instruction we were taught the techniques of blocking punches on defense, and the jab, left hook and right cross on offense. I was a careful student of pugilistic form and soon considered myself on the way to becoming a rather good boxer. I was an avid sports fan and followed professional boxing and all the top athletes. I knew all about the World Heavyweight Champion Joe Louis, Max Schmeling, Willie Pep, Sugar Ray Robinson, and the historical figures of Jack Dempsey, Gene Tunney, Primo Carnera, Max Baer and all the others.

As I gained skills I began to consider myself a classic boxing stylist. During class time we practiced shadow boxing and lightly spared with classmates. Seldom were we hit with a direct punch as that might have encouraged us to switch sports. Coach Moordale knew Duane and I very well as we played together on most of the team sports he coached. For some reason, since we were well matched in size, he decided we would make interesting opponents in the boxing ring. Near the end of one class Coach blew the whistle and called us all into the equipment room in the Northwest corner of the gym. The room was circled with 5 ft lockers and pads covered the face of each locker. The other boxing classmates were instructed to climb up on the lockers as Duane and I were fitted with boxing gloves and head protective gear. We were instructed by Coach to box two 2-minute rounds as an example for the class.

We began to circle the ring and I decided to show Coach and the class my superb boxing skills. I tapped Duane on the nose with 3 stiff jabs and threw a right cross to his unprotected side. This aroused the competitive nature in Duane and he unleashed 2 or 3 wild swings one of which I blocked. Two blows caught me rather solidly and we both