Dylan

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.
And, I admit, I’m a cuddle machine. I’ll follow you around the house, curl up under your desk while you work, and drape myself across your lap while you watch TV (I’m very limber).
I like other dogs and get along with the dog who was living here before I came. There are no cats here, though; so foster mom isn’t sure what my cat quotient is. House-broken? Of course, I am a gentleman. Crate-trained? Yes.
So, if you’re looking for a fun-loving companion who will delight you with his antics and smother you with affection, I’m your guy.