Linda Grace’s Pawsport

Hey, friend! Linda Grace here.

I've perfected the art of accepting affection with grace, though I do maintain certain standards—like investigating counters when you're not looking, a hobby I find thoroughly reasonable.

Word is I'm a championship snuggler. I don't like to brag, but the notes don't lie.

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 Tampa, 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. — Linda Grace