In folklore, big black dogs are often to be feared. Some are sinister on their own. Others are fierce guardians of dark territories or loyal companions to villainous owners. My name is Ozzie and I’m not a Barghest or a Grim or a ghostly fiend from The Baskervilles. I’m a baby. An 82-lb grown-up puppy. A big ol’ schnugglebunny. I’m a baby in that “awwwwww, what a darling baby!” way, but also, sometimes, in that “come on, don’t be such a baby” way. I’m gentle and friendly and I love people. I’m good with cats and I’m the kind of guy who just wants to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I’m attentive and wiggly and ridiculously sweet. And I’m only a year old- still totally a baby. I do sometimes get scared, though. A lot of things are just new to me and I’m still learning about them. Like, I’ve met dogs a couple times and I like them, but I’m still a little inexperienced with them and may need some time and guidance to learn how to “dog.” I love to play with balls, but am not yet familiar with “fetch.” I know how to “sit,” but am still learning things like “shake” and “lie down.” I can’t believe how big and rich the world is and I want to experience it all, but sometimes, it’s just a little overwhelming. I have a TON of potential and the heart of an Extremely Good Boy. And I can’t wait for the day when I get to be your best friend, your soulmate, your copilot… your baby.
