Sometimes being man’s best friend is a ruff gig. Training and caring for my humans is an arduous but rewarding process. I alone am responsible for ensuring they get their daily walks. I never know when they might dare to run errands without me to protect them, or eat food without first using my keen nose to inspect it. They never acknowledge that a mere drizzle of my drool adds so much flavor. I feel that it’s wrong to keep such deliciousness to myself.
Will my humans care for me with the same level of commitment no matter what? Of course they will. Look at this face. What’s not to love? I love every minute I spend with my humans.
I’m a rescue puppy... need I say more?
My fragrant post-bath aroma makes humans rethink their definitions of wet-dog smell.
When you ask me to play dead, I break out my guitar and play “Casey Jones.”
This is where I I came from.
I was lucky enough to get adopted but I left many friends behind that would love to meet you.
My good friend Ella came from this place.
Once a month, I get together with my canine comrades to play our favorite game.
To err is human; to forgive, canine.
- Chomps McGee
Love is a four-legged word.
- Paws Woofland
Life is ruff. Please adopt.
- Yours truly, Dukerz Young