Tabasco

Hi. I'm Tabasco.<br/><br/>Four months old.<br/>Male.<br/>Labrador Retriever.<br/><br/>Which means I have a lot of very important work to do.<br/><br/>First, I must greet every human like they are my long-lost best friend. This usually involves enthusiastic tail wags, a few joyful hops, and possibly a tiny nose boop just to make sure you are real.<br/><br/>Second, I must inspect everything. Leaves. Socks. Stuffed toys. The mysterious corner of the room that clearly needs a puppy investigation. It is exhausting work, but someone has to do it.<br/><br/>Sometimes I run very fast for absolutely no reason. It feels amazing. Then I suddenly remember I am still a baby and fall asleep in the nearest lap like I have worked a full shift at the happiness factory.<br/><br/>I like people a lot.<br/>I like cuddles even more.<br/><br/>If you sit down, I will probably climb into your lap and look up at you like we've known each other forever. If you lie down, I will curl up next to you and sigh like this is exactly where I was meant to be.<br/><br/>That's the thing about me. I'm sweet. The soft, warm, snuggly kind of sweet that melts right into your arms.<br/><br/>I am still learning about the world. About toys and treats and all the wonderful things that come with being someone's dog. I will need a family to guide me, teach me, and laugh with me while I grow.<br/><br/>But I promise something in return.<br/><br/>I will bring the joy.<br/>The wiggles.<br/>The happy little moments that make a house feel like a home.<br/><br/>And I think your lap might be exactly where I belong.

Hi. I'm Tabasco.

Four months old.
Male.
Labrador Retriever.

Which means I have a lot of very important work to do.

First, I must greet every human like they are my long-lost best friend. This usually involves enthusiastic tail wags, a few joyful hops, and possibly a tiny nose boop just to make sure you are real.

Second, I must inspect everything. Leaves. Socks. Stuffed toys. The mysterious corner of the room that clearly needs a puppy investigation. It is exhausting work, but someone has to do it.

Sometimes I run very fast for absolutely no reason. It feels amazing. Then I suddenly remember I am still a baby and fall asleep in the nearest lap like I have worked a full shift at the happiness factory.

I like people a lot.
I like cuddles even more.

If you sit down, I will probably climb into your lap and look up at you like we've known each other forever. If you lie down, I will curl up next to you and sigh like this is exactly where I was meant to be.

Hi. I'm Tabasco.

Four months old.
Male.
Labrador Retriever.

Which means I have a lot of very important work to do.

First, I must greet every human like they are my long-lost best friend. This usually involves enthusiastic tail wags, a few joyful hops, and possibly a tiny nose boop just to make sure you are real.

Second, I must inspect everything. Leaves. Socks. Stuffed toys. The mysterious corner of the room that clearly needs a puppy investigation. It is exhausting work, but someone has to do it.

Sometimes I run very fast for absolutely no reason. It feels amazing. Then I suddenly remember I am still a baby and fall asleep in the nearest lap like I have worked a full shift at the happiness factory.

I like people a lot.
I like cuddles even more.

If you sit down, I will probably climb into your lap and look up at you like we've known each other forever. If you lie down, I will curl up next to you and sigh like this is exactly where I was meant to be.

That's the thing about me. I'm sweet. The soft, warm, snuggly kind of sweet that melts right into your arms.

I am still learning about the world. About toys and treats and all the wonderful things that come with being someone's dog. I will need a family to guide me, teach me, and laugh with me while I grow.

But I promise something in return.

I will bring the joy.