I was found in the shadow of Mount Hopkins, sitting in the shade and probably looking very peaceful because I am a sweet, harmonious kind of dog. However, on that day, my finders reported I was very thirsty, hungry, and limping a bit. I welcomed that rescue with all the big dog gratitude I could muster. And although I’m only 74 pounds, volunteers tell me I have big dog charisma, too—a kind of charm that comes from my gentle, friendly personality. I’m about 1-1/2 years old, a gray Staffie mix female, and I’d probably been alone for a while, judging by my dirty coat. As you know, that’s no way for a dog to live—I’m made to be someone’s loyal, loving companion. And maybe—my hopes are high—that someone is you.