Sometimes sad things happen to good dogs. Take me, for instance (and I really hope you do!). I was abandoned at a local store. Then, when I was first examined here, I cowered the way dogs do when someone has hurt them. But you know what? I can erase all that to make room for all my happy days ahead. I’m really sure those good times are coming because I’m such a good dog—already close to leash-trained (just remind me to heel), not much of a barker, a fast learner, and a sweet boy who will always appreciate your kindness and affection. I’m 1-1/2 years old, 55 pounds, and if you’ll be my hero—the one who gives me a chance at a loving, happy home—I’ll give you my whole heart forever.