All it took was one look and Oliver’s mind was made up. It was just what he wanted: a family all his own. After many hugs and goodbye kisses for his foster mom, he strutted his way off to his new home and happy future!
Oh, happy day for me! I joined rescue and reinvented myself as “Oliver North.”
Quite frankly, today might be the best day of my life. I was surrendered to a local shelter after my family decided to move and didn’t think I should go with them. That was fine by me. I need more care than they wanted to give.
My skin is a hot mess, and my private area is even worse. I itch all over and if I am not scratching, I am trying to rub on anything to get some relief.
I heard I was going to have to put on some socks to keep me from licking my feet. My feet hurt a lot. I also heard the word demodex. I’m not sure what that is, but maybe that’s what I have.
I am about 2 years old and a super small fella. In fact, if you like to carry a Bulldog in a backpack of satchel, I may be your perfect carry-on. And I really think I would enjoy being carried around.
I can hardly wait until Dr. Larsen examines me. She’s going to have the remedy for my itchy paws, the scabs on my neck, the red inflammation on my…. well, you know where.
