I am Jackson. I will have you all know that I come from a long line of pedigree Labrador Retrievers.
My forefathers have retrieved grouse for Royalty.
My father is a proud, well-known-in-breeding-circles (so we all know the kind of life he lives. Ahem) Golden Labrador.
Click here to see a photo of the proud Labrador who is my father.
I, on the other hand...
have to live for retrieving ducks.
I was not born to this.
I was born for greater things.
Greater, I tell you.
"Quack! Would someone get me out of this dumb mutt's mouth, please."
Do I hear someone calling me? If so, you will address me in a matter to which my father's people were accustomed.
You will remember who I am.
Or is this to be my lot forever?
Oh, how the mighty are fallen.
But do I care?
Do any of my siblings have my life?
Do any of them have this view? Or a whole garden full of cuddly toys? And a bed full of them?
Who's the lucky one, then?