Orejas’s Pawsport

Oh, hello you! Orejas here.

I've been waiting for someone to see me the way I see them—with that same whole-hearted devotion—and I promise you, when I find my person, I'll love them like I've loved them my whole life.

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

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 San Diego, 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. — Orejas