Bigfoot

Hi, friend. Bigfoot here. I'm a 6-year-old Boxer boy, and yes, it's true: my feet are kinda special. If we lived in the age of tailors, well, I'd fetch me a talented artist to cushion my oversized pads o' love. I could not be more grateful to have a foster dad. I was running through the New Mexico desert with a pal of mine. Tough for me to talk about him, cause he didn't make the trip to HoBo. Sometimes, when I see a pup that resembles him, I get a little choked up inside. That being said, I'm open to new friends, be they people or pups. I really, really, love being around humans, and I make good dog friends if you give me a minute or two to process the energy. Foster Dad dogsat a buddy's pup, and the three of us had a swell time! I easily attach, for I love having a pack around me. One look in my eyes, I'm told, and you'll fall for me forever. I'm a bit of a spellcaster like that. <br/><br/>I'm goofy–typical Boxer!--and I'm extremely sweet, if I do say so myself. I'm told I have the best coloring this side of the Arkansas River. Honey tones, rich caramels, and those big, soft, supersized paws. My paws and I cannot wait to meet you. We've searched for you across state lines, through heat, wind, sandstorms, and separation from true friends. Look into my eyes and say you'll love me forever. I know I will. <br/><br/>Please, come see about me. <br/><br/>Your tender-hearted Bigfoot

Hi, friend. Bigfoot here. I'm a 6-year-old Boxer boy, and yes, it's true: my feet are kinda special. If we lived in the age of tailors, well, I'd fetch me a talented artist to cushion my oversized pads o' love. I could not be more grateful to have a foster dad. I was running through the New Mexico desert with a pal of mine. Tough for me to talk about him, cause he didn't make the trip to HoBo. Sometimes, when I see a pup that resembles him, I get a little choked up inside. That being said, I'm open to new friends, be they people or pups. I really, really, love being around humans, and I make good dog friends if you give me a minute or two to process the energy. Foster Dad dogsat a buddy's pup, and the three of us had a swell time! I easily attach, for I love having a pack around me. One look in my eyes, I'm told, and you'll fall for me forever. I'm a bit of a spellcaster like that.

I'm goofy–typical Boxer!--and I'm extremely sweet, if I do say so myself. I'm told I have the best coloring this side of the Arkansas

Hi, friend. Bigfoot here. I'm a 6-year-old Boxer boy, and yes, it's true: my feet are kinda special. If we lived in the age of tailors, well, I'd fetch me a talented artist to cushion my oversized pads o' love. I could not be more grateful to have a foster dad. I was running through the New Mexico desert with a pal of mine. Tough for me to talk about him, cause he didn't make the trip to HoBo. Sometimes, when I see a pup that resembles him, I get a little choked up inside. That being said, I'm open to new friends, be they people or pups. I really, really, love being around humans, and I make good dog friends if you give me a minute or two to process the energy. Foster Dad dogsat a buddy's pup, and the three of us had a swell time! I easily attach, for I love having a pack around me. One look in my eyes, I'm told, and you'll fall for me forever. I'm a bit of a spellcaster like that.

I'm goofy–typical Boxer!--and I'm extremely sweet, if I do say so myself. I'm told I have the best coloring this side of the Arkansas River. Honey tones, rich caramels, and those big, soft, supersized paws. My paws and I cannot wait to meet you. We've searched for you across state lines, through heat, wind, sandstorms, and separation from true friends. Look into my eyes and say you'll love me forever. I know I will.

Please, come see about me.

Your tender-hearted Bigfoot