Meet our dogs.

Hi, my name is Victor. I’ve come a long way since I’ve been in foster care and wanted to re-introduce myself, just in case your house (and heart) has a little room left in it for someone like me.

I’m still quiet. Silence has always kept me safe. I’m a 4-year-old gentleman who won’t jump, bark (aside from a little coo here and there) or bother with your things. The only sound you will hear from me is the tap of my paws behind you on the floor, as we make our way to our cozy bed, hopefully filled with soft and fluffy blankets. I don’t guard or protect things; I travel light – my baggage isn’t made of toys or bones. I’ve also given up escaping, my fence-hopping days are solidly in the past.

It has taken some time, but instead of my usual foraging for scraps, I am getting used to soft dog food and I’m trying to find the joy in some kibble, too. I get along well with dogs, both large and small; although I am still working on my confidence and sense of play. I can get nervous around loud voices, noise and uncertainty and prefer quiet people and slow movements. I love car rides, although sometimes they still make my stomach turn. Regardless, I happily climb back into the car every time. Hope looks like that: getting back in even when you’re not so sure.

I am content with a couple of short walks each day, just enough to stretch my legs and do my business. I come impeccably self-taught; fully trained on both a leash and potty. I am also building confidence every day and enjoy longer walks and hikes too. The rest of the time? I’m a champion napper, a quiet observer, and a grateful and calm companion.

My foster dad works at an elementary school. I get to go to work with him some days, following him down halls that smell like crayons and sticky fingers, getting pet by all the kids as I watch them play. On other days, I go to work with my foster mom. She works with criminals and it’s my job to quietly remind them that being seen and accepted, despite our past, can change everything.

So, if you are looking for an adorable, smart and sweet 18-pound Jack Russell Terrier crossed with (likely) a Wire Terrier (don’t judge, my mom had a wild youth), look no further than me, Victor.

Bonus: Adopt me now, and I come with a lifetime of free babysitting by my foster parents. Don't worry about me, I’d be just as happy to skip your family Disneyland vacay – remember, California and I have a history.

So, what do you say? Do you want to be the first human to see me wag my curly tail? I’ve been saving it all for you, Mom and Dad.

Name’s Victor. Last name? To Be Determined.