|Animal Type(s):||Large Dogs|
|Approx. date of birth:||2005|
|Spayed / Neutered:||Yes|
|Good with kids:||Older children only|
|Good with dogs:||Yes|
|Good with cats:||No|
A man with charisma, charm, attitude, and teeth: what more can you ask for? This is me in a nut shell: I jump fences, so eight feet is the minimum. I take off when off leash. Don’t even try to offer a treat! I laugh in the face of treat-givers. Cats, in my opinion, need a thorough chasing and a good chewing, if the spirit moves. When it thunders I run and jump at the sky, barking “show yourself, you coward!” Livestock? Let me at em’. Wait, let me guess: you’re gonna discipline me? Guess what? You get what the cat gets. I am my own man. Life holds no boundaries.
I love truck rides! As a matter a fact, I love them so much that when I get in my foster mom’s truck, she can’t get me out. Literally. I bite! I’m not kidding. Ask her.
I am eight years old (if the matter of age actually applied to me, which it doesn’t). I am old enough to know better, and still too young to care. Only the good die young, so I’ll live forever. I am likely something bad, crossed with something rotten, with a dash of something evil, and a healthy mix of something obnoxious, but mostly I’m smart, cute, short and round. (I prefer to stay compact and solid).) Oh, and I have a curly little tail. My foster mom says it’s cute, but I assure you it’s anything but cute! It’s an aerodynamic signal for pending doom, if need be. I am a great guy who gets along well with dogs. For the most part, I don’t take people too seriously. I mean, really, they only have two legs, and they don’t even know how to greet me with a proper butt sniff.
Got the grit to call me your dog? I need to find an owner. Although I disagree with the terminology, I’ll go with it for now. If you are looking for a self-assured, independent roommate, give SCARS a call and I’ll think about it. Otherwise please consider sponsoring me so an old bad guy like me can continue letting these rescuers try and keep me. They are a saintly crew, I will admit. Lord knows not many people will keep a guy with as much “personality” as me. Check out my pics. Fooled ya! Don’t I just look like an angel?
I’m a Sanctuary Animal
What’s a sanctuary animal? Sanctuary animals are permanent wards of SCARS due to medical conditions or behavioural issues and we are not likely to ever find an adoptive family.
SCARS is committed to giving these animals a home and the love, care and attention they deserve! We house them at our two main intake facilities.
We look to businesses to sponsor Sactuary Animals to help us offset the cost of housing them.