Let’s clear up a few things: I’m Wylee—a three-month-old puppy, not a coyote. I’ve never chased a desert bird, painted boulder murals, or bought Acme explosives. Okay, I might’ve had one tiny mishap involving a cliff… but let’s focus on the good stuff! I’m a playful, wiggly bundle of joy who adores people, loves other dogs, and is always up for adventure. I’m fearless, curious, and learning new tricks every day—like sitting on command. My energy and enthusiasm make me the perfect age to continue training and socializing into the amazing companion I’m meant to be. But here’s the deal:
Diagnosis: Orange.You may wonder, what does that imply? Uh. Well, my name is Fiddle, but they call me "Fiddlesticks" because I'm always getting myself into some kind of conundrum... or "Goldfish" because I'm pretty sure I have about a five-second memory.I'm one year old, so technically not a kitten, but still absolutely a li'l baby boy. I like to be held and will purr so loudly that people from the next neighborhood over will hear it. I pass the "dangle test" with flying colors: if you pick me up and let my back legs dangle, I'll just chill there. You
Dear Santa Claws, Hi there. You probably know all this, on account of all the seeing me when I'm sleeping and knowing when I'm awake business, but my name is Pamplemousse. And this is my very first Christmas. As you know, I've been a very good girl. I would say I've worked hard to stay on the 'nice' list, but Santa, you know me better than that. It wasn't hard work at all. 'Nice' is just my default setting! Well... "nice" and sometimes just a little bit shy. I've recently moved to a new section in hopes that my family
You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen... but do you know me? Olive, the other reindeer? Okay, you got me- I'm not a reindeer. I'm just a graceful, long-legged dog. But I'd be happy to play a reindeer in the Christmas pageant if you like! I'm a very smart girl- trainable and eager-to-please. I'm only nine months old and I've already learned some manners! In my previous home, I was housebroken and not destructive, even when left alone! I know how to sit and I'm friendly with everyone I've met so far. I like to play hard! I get along with
Welcome to CAT PRANKS Joke Shop! Your number one source for shenanigans, tomfoolery, and general monkey business. My name is Leshy and I'm here to help you. Here, shake my paw- BZZZZT! Gotcha! Would you expect any less from your neighborhood purveyor of high-quality hijinks? Can I interest you in a can of spring snakes? A whoopie cushion? Some very realistic fake cat barf? A mouse on a string? That last one is my absolute favorite. I can play with it for hours on end. That's not all. I've got something even better in store for you. Quantities are limited. This
🍎 Albert & Amber's Report Card 🍎 Freshman Year (Age 14) Cuddliness: A+ Friendliness: A+ Littleness: A+ Keeping Tongues in Mouths: D- ... (They're so happy, their tongues can't help but peek out!) Dog Friendliness: A+ Cat Friendliness: B+ (Amber ignores them; Albert enthusiastically chases but means no harm.) Kid Friendliness: A+ Tricks: A for Effort! Their specialty? "Sit there and look cute" – and they absolutely excel at it! 🍂 Teacher's Comments 🍂 Amber (a sweet Yorkie) and Albert (a spirited Dachshund) are the perfect little duo who have brightened every corner of our shelter. At 14 years old,
Ready to solve the mystery of your perfect feline companion? Look no further! Purrder, She Wrote, is a playful and curious 5.5-month-old black kitten who’s always on the case—usually with a toy in her mouth! After spending her early months in a hoarding situation, Purrder is ready for her next big adventure: a loving forever home. She thrives with other cats (though she insists on being the star of any playtime!) and would love a feline partner in crime... er, we mean, "crime investigation." Purrder is friendly, loves attention, and tolerates holding, but she’s way too busy chasing toys to
Get a load’a these mitts! That’s right! I’ve got AAALLLLL the toes! They call me Mayweather the Toe Bean Queen. Twenty-two tootsies in total!I just turned 4 months old and I’ve got the kind of energy that people wish they could bottle and sell. I’ve got two modes: 1. Zip, zip, zip! Play all day! 2. Crash & sleep like I haven’t got a care in the world. I mean, I really don’t. Have a care in the world, that is. I’m happy about everything! I love being held and will purrrrrr and ride around on your shoulders and tickle
Join us at Panera Bread in Eureka on Wednesday, December 18! Simply show the flyer, and 30% of your purchase will be donated to Open Door Animal Sanctuary. Enjoy a delicious meal while supporting the cats and dogs in our care. We look forward to seeing you there! 🐾💖
If you're looking for a dignified gentleman with courtly manners and immaculate sensibilities... yeah, you're gonna wanna look elsewhere.I'm Caspian and I'm 88 lb of gangly adolescent. I've got super-long knock-kneed legs, my lips frequently get stuck on my teeth, and I tilt my head about 90 degrees when I hear something interesting. I drool, I snort, and I can't always keep track of my own ears. I just turned a year old, but I'm a mastiff mix, so I may grow even bigger than I am now! I'm still just a puppy at heart... and head. Pretty sure there's,
