Well, to be honest, at the moment, I am not a “happy camper”! I got my name because I was found at a hunter’s campsite off Whitehouse Canyon Road, and it was obvious by my condition that I’d been “living rough” for a long time. I had a dirty coat, crusty nose, and a scar on my eye, so life had not been good to me. I’d been neutered though, so probably at one time I belonged to someone, but it’s been a while since I’ve had humans to trust. The volunteers here are determined, though, and as the weeks go by, they’re hopeful that I’ll remember what it’s like to be loved and repay them by coming out of my shell. I’m “not ready for prime time” yet, but stay tuned!