Okay, I’ve found my theme song. D’ya wanna hear it? It goes, BUT I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MYLZ AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE…See? It’s perfect. I mean, my name is Mylz, first of all. And second of all, are you telling me we might get to go for a WALK?! I don’t even care HOW many miles (or Mylz) we go. I’m in. I’m ready. Third of all, of course, the whole point of that song is that I would be utterly devoted to you and would do pretty much anything to get to spend every mundane moment by your side. And what could be more apropos? It’s perfect. Because, just think of it: wouldn’t pretty much everything in your life be better with a massive dog around? I’m 110 lb. The kind of big boy who would elicit shouts of “why don’t you put a saddle on that thing?!” from passers-by when we’re out in public. I’m also the kind of happy, friendly guy that basically nobody finds intimidating, regardless of size.  I’m four years old, powerful and enthusiastic, but not super wild or jumpy. I’m good with other dogs, too! I haven’t met cats, but could be cat tested if I got a serious applicant who had feline friends. Here’s the thing: I totally WOULD walk five hundred miles to get to you, but I can’t at the moment because I’m here in the shelter. Do you think you could come to me instead?  My name is Mylz, I’m four years old, and I’m neutered, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.