Cotton’s Pawsport

Psst… night owl. Hi. Cotton here.

I have perfected the art of existing peacefully beside you, asking nothing but the privilege of your nearby presence and a soft place to rest my head.

I'm the calm one (it's in writing). A quiet home and a patient hand and I'm yours.

I won't fib — there's a little grey on my muzzle. "Older" just means I'm past the wild puppy chaos and all in on cozy company.

I've been holding down the fort in Dallas, 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. — Cotton