Shelly’s Pawsport

Hey, friend! Shelly here.

I've survived worse and come out sweeter—now I'm ready to show you what a loyal, ball-chasing powerhouse with a gentle soul can really do.

They wrote that I love to play. Understatement. I'd hike, fetch, and nap with you, in that order.

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'm on the bigger side — which, if you ask me, is just more of me to hug.

I've been holding down the fort in New York, 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, Halloween could be my first one in a real home — possibly with you, or with someone you send my way.

Anyway, thank you for reading all the way to the end. Not everyone does, and I noticed. — Shelly