Small Fry

Tater Tot and I were picked up on the frontage road between Continental and Calle Tres. Tater Tot already left for his new home; now it’s my turn. I’m about ten pounds and two months old and very fortunate to be rescued before the unthinkable happened. Since I’m only a puppy, I really don’t remember where we came from or how we got there. That could be a good thing! If you’ve seen my photo you probably noticed how BIG my ears are. That’s nothing to be concerned about, because I’m certain I’ll grow into them before you know it. You probably also noticed how intelligent I look. The earlier I get trained, the better. I’m up for the challenge, how about you?