I was found wandering in a strange neighborhood (strange to me), thin and shivering on the eve of the Great Ice Storm of 2018. My foster mom took me home, and I quickly blossomed into the dashing, debonair, dynamo you see before you.
I’ve got tons of energy. My foster mom says I could be a great agility dog or a jogger’s best friend. Not to brag, but I do run like an antelope, leaping across the yard, and I can jump 2 feet high or more from a dead standstill. I’ve also been told I’m very smart (got that “sit” and “down” stuff down pat in no time), and I’m eager to please.
