06/10/2026
6 months of my everlasting love story
Six months ago, I got adopted. And as you can see, I’ve been sleeping pretty soundly ever since.
For six months now, I’ve learned this incredible thing happens every single day: my bowl gets filled again.
Like… what do you mean another meal? I had one yesterday?!
And somehow, every time it happens, it’s still the best surprise of my life. There’s wiggling. There’s waggling. There’s usually a little dance.
I’ve spent the last six months building my confidence, discovering new places, going on adventures and becoming Dad’s little wingman. Wherever Dad goes, there’s a pretty good chance I’m not far behind.
I’ve also managed to build myself quite the career. I’ve officially been promoted to Chief Treat Tester at work. Nothing Dad sells makes it onto the shelves without being personally sampled and Prince Approved first. It’s an enormous responsibility, but I’m willing to make the sacrifice.
At home, I’ve discovered couches, pillows, blankets and the very important art of curling up with Dad and taking up significantly more room than a Labrador should.
But the best thing that happened six months ago?
I found my person.
Dad says ours was a love story from the moment we met. I think he knew pretty quickly that I was coming home with him. And six months later, I reckon we’re both pretty happy with how that decision turned out.
So when I say this is how I sleep knowing it’s been six months since I got adopted…
I mean it.
Full belly. Comfy bed. Best mates. A job. A Dad. A home. And very, very loved.
A massive thank you to Labrador Rescue for bringing Dad and me together and giving our love story its beginning. And I’m pretty lucky that adoption didn’t mean saying goodbye to my foster carer either.
Six months later, the second I see her — or even hear her voice — the whole body starts wiggling and I race over for pats. I still try to follow her straight back into her house like I live there, too.
Dad doesn’t mind. He knows she was one of my safe people before he came along, and she’ll always be one of my people. Some relationships are too important to leave behind just because you’ve found your forever home.
