Elvis got it wrong. While I’m thought to be a hound-mix, I certainly don’t go “crying all the time.” I prefer to go on sniffaris to inspect the wonderful scents. I was found without any ID and started hanging around a nice lady’s home where lots of other dogs lived. She kindly fed me while looking for my people. Unfortunately, nobody came for me, so now I’m with my new friends at the Animal League where I’m safe and cared for. I do get scared if other dogs bark at me; however, I’m building up my bravery. What I’d like more than anything is to get out of this place and find my own family, but I’m told I need to wait for people to come to me. Darn! Will you please show up soon!