This was me when I was only 3 days old. I look a little bit like a rat, but don't worry, I grew out of this stage fairly quickly and became quite the looker.
When I was born I was supposed to one day become a narcotic detection dog, along with my litter mates.
So my original handler believed I would outgrow my laziness in time.
But, by the time I was 3 months old, it was beginning to look like a career in Vice was not going to unfold for me. But hey, I was still doggone cute.
By 5 months, my laziness proved that it would never go away. So, Jordan and Shirley decided to keep me as their pet instead of allowing me to go to another home.
Because as it turns out, although I am not an awesome drug-sniffing pooch, I am a pretty "special" labrador retriever.
I like to do odd things. Most of which are not typical "dog" characteristics. For instance, I hate to fetch, go for walks, or lick the peanut butter out of jars. In fact, those things straight up frighten me. The only things I want out of life are to sleep, be fed, and loved on 24/7.
Sp, if I am not sleeping in odd positions:
you can bet I am by your side, holding my paw out and staring at you with my big emotion filled puppy dog eyes, begging for you to pet me.
I can do lots of tricks in my "sit pretty" position.
And I know, since I am so special and not cut out for the narcotic dog life, I am very lucky to have such good owners. They make me the happiest dog in the world.
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