Sinatra’s Pawsport

Hi, new friend! Sinatra here.

I don't need to hear you to know when it's time for a nap, playtime, or treats—hand signals tell me everything, and honestly, the nap part speaks loudest.

They say I'm clever. I say I'm just waiting for someone worth showing off for.

I'm still young and full of beans, with a whole lot of love (and the occasional zoomie) saved up for the right person.

I've been holding down the fort in Mooresville, hoping someone like you would wander by.

Here's the thing — I can't tell if we'd truly click until I know a little about you. Sign in (it's free) and I'll size up your place, say hello to any dogs you've got — or be your very first — and give you my honest read on whether we'd be a match.

With a little luck, Labor Day could be my first one in a real home — possibly with you, or with someone you send my way.

Either way, thank you for seeing me today. That part mattered more than you know. — Sinatra