I've found my furever family!

Hello, humans!  Wrangler here—your soon-to-be favorite giant lapdog in training. I may be just 13 weeks old, but I’ve already mastered the fine art of puppy-dog eyes and melting hearts. Tomorrow’s my big 13-week birthday, and I plan to celebrate with an extra-large bone and subtle (or not-so-subtle) hints for more kibble. Cough, cough—take notes, humans. 

The Stats:

•  Weight: A solid 42 lbs (and still growing—watch out, furniture!)
• Vaccinated? Yep, age-appropriate and ready to roll!
• Dewormed? Of course. No creepy crawlies here.
• Microchipped? You bet—good luck losing me!

 A Little Bit About Me

I’m the kind of pup who takes his time feeling out a situation—aka, I’m a little more reserved than my wild siblings. But don’t let that fool you. Give me a minute, and I’ll warm up faster than a hotdog on a summer grill.  Once I decide you’re my person, prepare for full-blown devotion, tail wags, and enough love to last a lifetime.

 Training Update: Progress Report!

Potty training? We’re getting there. I’ve finally cracked the code on grass = good, rug = bad. (You’re welcome, humans.)
Kennel training? Aced it! Bedtime is a breeze, and I even let my humans sleep through the night. 

 My Family Tree: Dane Royalty!

Fun fact: My grandma was THE legendary Daisy! She had one litter back in the day, and that’s how my mom came into the picture. Fast forward a bit, and boom—here I am, paws and all! My siblings and I wanted to find the best families, so we insisted on heading to DDS, where Grandma Daisy once roamed.

If you’re thinking, “Wow, I need this big, lovable goofball in my life,” then let’s make it happen!