Stop by Kettelhut’s Smokehouse in Crystal City on Wednesday, June 10th from 5pm to 8pm for some amazing BBQ while supporting the cats and dogs at Open Door! 10% of all sales will go to the animals at ODAS Wednesday, June 10th5:00PM – 8:00PM1267 N Truman Blvd #1396 Crystal City, MO 63019
Look, you and I both know adopting me would be a bad idea. No, I hear you- "I'm torn, Peepers. You're just so darn cute." I get it. But do you REALLY want something this cute in your house? What if I outshine your decor? What if I outshine your children? Think about it. Who wants to spend their time playing with cats? Like, sure, you COULD watch me go nuts over a feather... or you could watch a fifth straight episode of 90-Day Fiancee. Just as much drama, less interaction. And isn't it nice coming home and having nobody
I'm Sapphire and I'm here to tell you all about me! Now, I could pretend that I'm the kind of dog who just loafs around all the time. Shenanigans? Never heard of her. My favorite activity is sitting quietly and being seen, not heard. I could tell you all that, but let's be honest- there's no way you'd believe me. Nor should you. One look at this cheeky smile and you'll know what I'm really about! I'm lively, curious, and tons of fun! I may only be about 30ish pounds, but I'm a force to be reckoned with. I'm smart and
Tall, dark, handsome, and best of all- totally available! That's me. Binx. The most eligible cat in town. Sure, it may be my thick hair and kind eyes that gets you to swipe right on me initially, but I'm more than just a pretty face. When we finally meet, that's when the real magic happens. Sparks will fly, human. Sparks. Will. Fly. I'm a loving, outgoing guy who gets along well with other cats and has lived with (and loved living with) dogs. I love being held so much that, if I'm being ignored, I'll put my paws up on your leg
Isn't it amazing how siblings, born and raised in the same home, with the same genes, can be so different from each other? My name is Merrick and, out of a family of spotlight-seekers, I'm the wallflower. I'm the kind of guy who would rather write a poem or study birds than stand up and do karaoke in front of everyone. That means, of course, that most of my family members strolled right up to potential adopters, charmed them immediately, and got adopted right away. And me? Well, I may take some time to find my home, and I suppose that's okay.
Here's the process for meeting me (JoAnn): First, maybe you peek into my condo from the hallway and think, "Aww! Look at that one with the squishy little face!" Or maybe I'm hanging out somewhere tucked away and you don't even see me. Probably, you think, "She looks kind of scared. She might not want to be friends."But... try anyway. I promise, it's worth it.You come in and reach for me and the first thing I'll do is back up away from you. I came here to the shelter after my person moved and left me behind. It's an overwhelming
You looking for a junior scamp? A little rascal? A baby rapscallion? Well, look no further! My name is Yuki, but you can call me whatever you like. I mean, I'm all of eighteen weeks old. Nothing about my life or identity is set in stone. I don't even have a family! I'm a silly goose of the highest degree. A certified imp. Monkeyshines are my full-time job. In other words... I'm a puppy! What breed am I? A mix of a mystery mom and a mystery dad. How big will I get? I dunno! Bigger than I am now! I
My name- P.G.- probably stands for something basic, like "Pretty Girl," but I think every cat should be able to define themselves the way they see fit! Like maybe, for me, P.G. stands for "Peregrine" like a peregrine falcon, the fastest bird in the world! I'm a young cat, only about a year old, and I'm pretty speedy when I want to be. Or like Peregrin Took, the young hobbit who, while he can sometimes be impulsive, is brave and good-hearted and really just wants to have fun. I can relate to all of that! Maybe P.G. stands for "Peace
ATTENTION! EVERYONE! EYES OVER HERE! No, I don't have an announcement. Why would you think that? I just REALLY want your attention! My name is Kel and I need you to bust me out of here A-S-A-P. Why? What's the rush? Well, I really want to spend every waking minute of the rest of my life with you and I'm wasting precious time standing here waiting. Haven't you noticed me, right at the front of my pen, reaching my paws out and yelling for someone to pay attention to me? Frankly, I'm hard to miss. I want to do EVERYTHING
Some dogs look like they were born to be companions to kings and queens. Me? Absolutely not. If you look up "street urchin" in the dictionary, my picture is there. I'm 12 years old, like seven pounds soaking wet, and I look like someone took a perfectly respectable chihuahua and scotch-taped fur to it in random places. My name is Homer, which is fitting, because if you were to rock up to an ancient literature class and I were at the front, you would know two things for sure: 1. I probably wear loafers because I don't see the value
