Some people’s dream dog is a tiny, fancy-colored, fluffy, smooshy-faced, designer-breed puppy. The more merled and doodled and expensive-looking, the better.  And some people’s dream dog is a scrappy, wiry-haired, hot mess of a boy who is somewhere between 10 and 722 years old and looks like he’s been living in a shack in the woods.  I’m here for that second type of person. My name is Sherlock. I have a weird little skinny tail, but it wags gently every time I see someone I like. I have fur that always looks kinda grubby, even after bathing, but I love having my wiry little butt scratched. I spent over a year in an underfunded rural animal control with nobody interested in taking me home before coming to Open Door. My vibes are half “determined underdog” and half “bearded hermit who climbs mountains and chops wood every day because that’s just life and we get on with it.”  I’m about 20 lb and could stand to put on some weight. It might just be that this is my old man body and it might be that, once I get home and start being pampered, the power of your love transforms me into a glossy and glorious specimen of a dog. In the shelter, at least, I tend to be pretty aloof and “cat-like.” I’m not the type of over-earnest fellow who will jump into your lap and slobber all over your face on first meeting you. It doesn’t mean I don’t like you, though. I just have subtler ways of showing it.  I would love to have a just-me-and-my-person (or people) type of home. I’m a gentle, low-key guy, but I’d prefer to be an only pet- no other dogs or cats.  So if you’re the kind of person who passes up all the purebreds, but wants to take a scrappy little ragamuffin and let him live out his golden years as the world’s most well-loved boy, come and check me out! I’m probably right up your alley.  My name is Sherlock, I’m some double-digit number of years old, and I’m neutered, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.