Conan’s Pawsport

Hi, new friend! Conan here.

I've navigated a decade with grace, mastered my manners, and I'm ready to share my tennis ball philosophy—and perhaps my treats—with patient souls who appreciate a gentleman's measured approach to companionship.

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 Kennesaw, 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.

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