Betty Boop’s Pawsport

Rise and shine — hi! Betty Boop here.

I've been waiting for someone to share quiet mornings and slow afternoons with, someone who'll let me rest my head nearby while you're just being you.

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've been holding down the fort in Crete, 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.

Either way, thank you for seeing me today. That part mattered more than you know. — Betty Boop