Hi. I'm Tabasco. Three 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. The wiggles. The happy little moments that make a house feel like a home. And I think your lap might be exactly where I belong.