by Harris


I've had two Dads. The first was my biological Dad, my WireDad Teddy. If I'm honest, I didn't really get to know him but he and I look really alike. And then, when I was 17 weeks old, I met my Dad. My human Dad. I didn't know that he was going to be my Dad on that first meeting. But two weeks later, as we were driving home with Mum, my first drive with my humans to my new home, I realised that life had changed.

An old iPhone photo of Puppy Me and Dad, 8 December 2011.

Things to know about my Dad: We love adventures. We all get in the car, πŸ‘©πŸ»πŸ‘¨πŸ»πŸΆ, and off we go. Dad and I love exploring.

Dad loves being beside the sea as much as I do.

My Dad is also my Uncle Bracken's Dad. Modern families can be complex.

My Dad is a champion snuggler. He should be: I taught him.

My Dad isn't afraid to be a little daft...

... even when that involves wearing a party hat.

My Dad always helps me with new challenges in life, and has his paws ready for when I might need them. That's what it means to be a Dad.

My Dad. My dude.

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