Oaks’s Pawsport

Hey, friend! Oaks here.

I've mastered the art of being useful without fuss—potty trained, car ready, kid-tested with six—and I promise my protective nature improves dramatically once you stop being a stranger.

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

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'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 Bandera, 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.

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