Meet our dogs.

Hi! I’m Victor, but you can find my Tinder Profile under the name Ghost (don’t worry, you’ll soon figure out why).

I’m a 4-year-old, 16-pound Schnauzer crossed with a Jack Russell Terrier, which basically means I am adorable, smart AND athletic. Full disclosure, the Jack Russell in me means at times I have the climbing ability of goat, so look for me trying to push out your window screen to escape any unwanted love-smothering.

I’m kinda like that Tinder date you thought was going so well—first you make me a nice dinner, then we are having a great conversation, sparks are flying – and then *POOF*, I’m gone. Soon, you’ll be chasing me down the middle of the street, braless in your pj’s (you are welcome, neighbors) while all the cars stop to admire me like it’s my own Victor-Parade. Trust me, it’s a lot of fun once you lean into the experience.

What do I bring to the table? I’m an independent potty rockstar (here, hold my poop bag), I will walk beside you like a highly trained Doberman on my preferred several-short-walks-jaunt around your (hopefully) upper class neighborhood. I’m the quiet guy in the corner, elusive and a little hard to read. I move like a spirit while waiting for my forever people to finally unlock my tail wag and hear my first bark. Which reminds me, I am looking for love here, not a job. So, don’t pick me if you are looking for a yappy mutt who you expect to bark at robbers in the driveway or the people you chose to invite to your house. Your house = your responsibility. Have you seen how skittish I am? Get a security camera if you are worried about your safety, cause I’ll be too busy cuddled up on your blankets in bed. My baggage is emotional, not material. I travel light, and I have no career goals in Loss Prevention. So, truth be told, I won’t even blink if a bear wanders through your kitchen, ransacking the joint.

What do you bring to the table? A family who is home all the time or wants to take me everywhere. I’m a sweet, gentle soul and being alone just isn’t my jam. I’m still learning to “dog,” so no treats (yuck), toys (yawn) or dog-friends (I freeze so they can’t see me) needed. I am fine if it is just you and me, baby. You’ve also got to be a good driver. I love car rides, but I will yack into your cup holder if you toss me around too much. Consider yourself warned. You’re also gonna need to be a good cook. I’m from LA girl, so to keep my bony frame, I prefer a raw food diet. Just to be clear though, raw food is gross, so you have to cook it slightly. With an egg. And maybe add some fresh chicken breast. If you make it well enough, I may eat a bite or two, but rescue is so competitive these days, a guys got to watch his figure, you know.

Oh, and you have got to have patience (and a secure backyard), while I continue to build trust. Bonus points if you are into cardio and midnight chases (and if you know that making me wear a long leash everywhere I go so you can catch me if I scatter, is clearly cheating). I was removed from a hoarding house and then taken directly off the Euthanasia table at the shelter, straight to rescue. So, it has all been a little overwhelming and a lot of this outside world stuff is new to me. But, I’m the sweetest soul with human-like eyes, looking for a Mama who will let me stand behind you for comfort in uncertain situations like a tiny anxious, ghost-shadow. I need a confident partner that will let me come around on my own terms. But, I am quickly learning the wonder that is cozy blankets and deep scratches. So, unless you plan to set up my own king-sized bed in your room, let’s just be clear that I am planning on sharing yours.

So, what do you say Mama? Will you be the one to unlock my first tail wag? Go on, fill out that application and let’s make this life hauntingly unforgettable, before *POOF* I’m gone again, and you missed your only chance with Ghost.

*If you are interested in adopting Victor, please fill out an adoption application.