You may be thinking, "Now, that's a goofy-looking dawg, but I bet he's real dignified at heart." SURPRISE! NO, I'M NOT! I'm goofy on the inside, too! My name is Scout and, if you want a dog who will make you say "oh my goodness, you are so cute!" approximately once every thirty seconds, I'm your guy. I'm a huge fan of toys- the kind of guy who likes to see how many I can fit in my mouth and then go for a walk carrying them. I love cookies and will sit nicely for one (as you can see here),
Imagine living in an airport and watching people come and go. This one is going to visit his love in Milwaukee. That one is headed to a dream vacation in the south of France. She's going to open up a restaurant in Santa Fe, he's going to Akron for a business meeting, and this is their first time flying. Excitement, exhaustion, apprehension, and lives on the verge of total transformation right in front of your eyes, while you're standing still. That's what my life is like. My name is Annelle, I'm two and a half years old, and I've spent
IT'S OUR BIRTHDAY!!!!! The big FIVE-OH! Open Door Animal Sanctuary was founded on January 23, 1975 and has been saving lives ever since! We'll be having special events all year long, starting with our Open Door Animal Sanctuary 50th Birthday Kickoff - Fur-Ever Fun: Celebrating 50 Pawsome Years! movie event, which is happening in just over a week! Today, we're celebrating in the shelter by having a little party for the oldest dog (Bing, age 12) and the oldest cat (Jack, age 16) in the shelter. Send some love their way! odas.org/donate
Hi, I’m Squishie—a cat with a story. I was abandoned in a carrier next to a dumpster. Hard to believe, right? Me, the cat who could become such a big and wonderful part of someone’s life, left behind like trash. But here I am now, waiting to show you just how special I am. Think of the shelter as a Cat Thrift Store, filled with treasures waiting to be found. I’m one of those treasures! At first, I might seem a little aloof—shelter life can be stressful—but spend a little time with me, and I’ll surprise you. I warm up
My name is Lilly and I've spent half my life looking for a home. I need your help to find one! I'm three years old now and It's been 18 months since I first arrived at the shelter. 578 Days. I've been passed by over and over and over again. I'll just be up-front with you: it's because I'm shy. That's the whole entire reason. I don't approach visitors and may run away when strangers try to touch me. I'm friendly with people I know, but most people who come to adopt are strangers and I don't really have time
"Smile, Rocco," they tell me. "It's not that serious!" And they're probably right. I mean, I'm an eight-month-old puppy! Everything in my life should be frivolous and fun, right? Life should be all toys and cuddles and walks and naps and no worries at all. It is serious, though. I mean... this is my whole life we're talking about! My all-day-every-day! So I have to make it count. I've got kind of a poet's soul to begin with. Oh, don't get me wrong- I'm still plenty puppyish! I do love toys and have plenty of energy. I'm very sweet and good with other
If you’ll allow me to espresso myself, I have something to say: I have the feeling this is going to be the start of a brewtiful friendship. You’re going to like me a Latte! Oh, P.S. … That’s my name! I’m Latte. I’m almost five years old (my birthday’s in a couple weeks!). And I’ve been waiting a long time for a home. Almost four whole years. Maybe I’m a late bloomer (or a Latte bloomer?) or maybe I just decided to make a life change, but the truth is… it’s taken me a while to be ready for adoption. I live in
Okay, listen. So, I've been on the search for a new family, right? And there are a couple things I've learned. I hear you're also looking for a new family member and maybe some of this can help. You gotta make the humans fall in love with you, right? You want them to look at you and say, "Oh, Odie! You're my soulmate!" Or... well, maybe you don't, if your name isn't Odie. But mine is! Anyway... here are a few of my signature moves. First, even if you don't actually know how to "shake" on command (I don't), you can still
When they said "hold me closer, tiny dancer," I'm pretty sure they were talking about me. They could have titled the song, "Chia" and it would be perfectly accurate. Yes, I am itty-bitty. Four years old and petite enough that most people assume I'm a kitten. Or, with these big giant bright green eyes, people figure I might be some kind of pixie. As for the dancing part, that also fits! I'm a light-footed little darling who will leap to greet you when I'm happy to see you. When I want attention, I'll purr and purr and do a cute little biscuit-making
I have one request: hold me like a baby. Cuddle me. I'll be the Ariana Grande to your Cynthia Erivo: I always want to be touching you, even if it means holding onto your finger. I'm about a year old and only like 10 lb, so I'm actually the perfect size for carrying around. Like, if you wanted to start a collection of babywearing wraps and build a wardrobe of those hoodies with the kangaroo pouches in them, I'd probably fit perfectly in those. Just sayin'. I'm interested in squeaky toys and I love treats and I would bet that, once I'm
