Jackson’s Pawsport

Up late too? Hi. Jackson here.

I survived the streets and a rough start, but mostly I just want to nap in your sunbeam and pretend I don't hear you calling me for walks.

My notes call me gentle and a little shy — I warm up fast once I trust you, though.

I'm a seasoned soul, which is a fancy way of saying I've perfected the art of the afternoon nap and the grateful sigh.

I've been holding down the fort in Newport Beach, 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.

Thanks for spending a minute with me. I'll be right here, tail ready, hoping it's you. — Jackson