Does your welcome mat say, “Go Away”? Is your ideal weekend one where you don’t have to see or speak to anyone? Is your vocabulary mostly made up of sarcasm and swear words?  Then you’re my kind of person! I’m Casey. I fiercely love my own close friends and family. People who know me will tell you I’m super smart, hilarious, loyal, and a joy to be around. I know a few tricks and learn new ones quickly and willingly. One of my best shelter friends likes to teach me about cool things like jumping through hoops and running through tunnels and stuff. And I’m a bit of a prodigy at it, if I do say so myself. At almost seven years old (my birthday is March 30), I’m a middle-aged dog, but I’m all about learning new tricks! Housebreaking, by the way, would not be a new trick. I’ve got that one down pat.  So I’m lovable, trainable, and eager to please. For you. But, if you need one more excuse to not have people over, I’m happy to oblige! See, I’m big on respect. Like, I don’t always want to be touched on sensitive parts of my body. And, some may disagree with me, but I think showing up at someone else’s house is disrespectful and will let any interlopers know it with a nip to their rear end. I’m crate-trained and used to being crated when nobody is home. So, like, if you have a plumber or somebody whose buns you’d like to leave unscathed, I can just chill out in my crate and give them the hairy eyeball.  Dogs are pretty much the same. I’ve lived with other dogs, so I’m cool with another dog as a part of the family. But I don’t really wanna go to doggie social hour or be pals with the neighbors.  So maybe I can come off as a little bit of a misanthrope at times, but I’ve got a big, soft heart and it’s all because I only have eyes for you.  So if you want someone to come home and grouse about the public with, I’m all years. Come and meet me!

I’m Casey, I’m almost seven years old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.