I was an avid duck hunter when I lived in southern Louisiana. I was fortunate to have several excellent Chocolate Labs.
When I married my second wife, we went to New Orleans for the honey moon. She had never been there and she wanted to go on the paddle boat cruise. Having already been on that, I was not very exciting for me. Being most of the morning, it gave me ample time to have a few beers. When we returned to the hotel, the taxi driver was of great assistance helping me back to the room. That instance was etched in my wife's mind for two decades. I was always amazed that she could remember this but would forget to pick up my laundry.
I think that it is harder to train a woman than a good duck dog.