My name is Rico and I’m pretty sure I come from outer space. I mean, I don’t remember anything but my one and a half years on Earth, but… well, let’s look at the facts. First of all, check out these incredible antigravity ears. How do they defy the laws of physics?! They must be extraterrestrial.
Second of all, while I love all of humankind, I don’t quite fit in with others of my (alleged) species. They don’t really get me and I don’t really get them, so I’m looking for a home where I can be the only dog. I’ve never met cats, so I’m not sure what I’d think of them. I came to the shelter after my human passed away, so I’ve got limited information about my previous life: relatives say I’m housebroken and was good when left alone without a crate. I know I’ve got good manners and am a sweet boy! I suppose you don’t have to be from another planet to feel a little out of place in this world. And one thing is for sure: the shelter is an okay place to land, but not where I want to stay! So if you want a brilliant, adorable, lovable boy, pick me! I’m outta this world.
