Boo

Hi, I’m Boo—55 pounds of fluffy whiteandtan perfection, possibly a Jack Russell Terrier/Lab mix, but honestly I’m too fabulous to fit neatly into a breed box. I’m about 5 years old, neutered, vaccinated, heartworm negative, potty trained, crate trained, and ready to find a home that appreciates my very particular tastes.<br/><br/>Let’s get straight to the point:<br/>I love female dogs. <br/>All ages. All sizes. All vibes. Girl dogs? Queens. Angels. My besties.<br/><br/>Male dogs? Absolutely not. <br/>Hard pass. Zero stars. Would not recommend.<br/><br/>And while we’re being honest...<br/>I also hate men. <br/>Not all men, but enough men that it’s statistically significant. And Donna? My foster mom's friend. Yeah, I hate Donna too. Don’t ask why. I just do.<br/><br/>But women? Female dogs?<br/>I’m a marshmallow. A cuddle bug. A delight.<br/><br/>I love going to the pet store where my fan club practices my tricks—sit, paw, etc.—and showers me with treats. I adore toys and proudly carry them outside like trophies. Sometimes I bury them, because I’m mysterious and dramatic like that.<br/><br/>If you notice my front left foot looking a little funky, don’t panic. This is from a torn ligament that healed in its own artistic interpretation of “straight.” I will take pain killers every now and again when it does bug me. It doesn’t hurt often, it doesn’t slow me down, and it makes my highfive look like a sly little “heyyy.” <br/><br/>My hobbies include:<br/><br/>Zoomies<br/><br/>Splashing in my kiddie pool<br/><br/>Fetch<br/><br/>Belly rubs<br/><br/>Being adorable<br/><br/>Hating male dogs<br/><br/>Hating men<br/><br/>Hating Donna<br/><br/>I’m a champion couch potato after a good romp, and I’m the perfect mix of playful and chill. I’m currently living my best life in Clemmons, NC, but I can be transported to other states for the right family.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a hilarious, loving, kid friendly, female dog friendly, man-skeptical, Donna-despising companion... I’m your guy. Fill out an application and let’s start our weird little journey together.

Hi, I’m Boo—55 pounds of fluffy whiteandtan perfection, possibly a Jack Russell Terrier/Lab mix, but honestly I’m too fabulous to fit neatly into a breed box. I’m about 5 years old, neutered, vaccinated, heartworm negative, potty trained, crate trained, and ready to find a home that appreciates my very particular tastes.

Let’s get straight to the point:
I love female dogs.
All ages. All sizes. All vibes. Girl dogs? Queens. Angels. My besties.

Male dogs? Absolutely not.
Hard pass. Zero stars. Would not recommend.

And while we’re being honest...
I also hate men.
Not all men, but enough men that it’s statistically significant. And Donna? My foster mom's friend. Yeah, I hate Donna too. Don’t ask why. I just do.

But women? Female dogs?
I’m a marshmallow. A cuddle bug. A delight.

I love going to the pet store where my fan club practices my tricks—sit, paw, etc.—and showers me with treats. I adore toys and proudly carry them outside like trophies. Sometimes

Hi, I’m Boo—55 pounds of fluffy whiteandtan perfection, possibly a Jack Russell Terrier/Lab mix, but honestly I’m too fabulous to fit neatly into a breed box. I’m about 5 years old, neutered, vaccinated, heartworm negative, potty trained, crate trained, and ready to find a home that appreciates my very particular tastes.

Let’s get straight to the point:
I love female dogs.
All ages. All sizes. All vibes. Girl dogs? Queens. Angels. My besties.

Male dogs? Absolutely not.
Hard pass. Zero stars. Would not recommend.

And while we’re being honest...
I also hate men.
Not all men, but enough men that it’s statistically significant. And Donna? My foster mom's friend. Yeah, I hate Donna too. Don’t ask why. I just do.

But women? Female dogs?
I’m a marshmallow. A cuddle bug. A delight.

I love going to the pet store where my fan club practices my tricks—sit, paw, etc.—and showers me with treats. I adore toys and proudly carry them outside like trophies. Sometimes I bury them, because I’m mysterious and dramatic like that.

If you notice my front left foot looking a little funky, don’t panic. This is from a torn ligament that healed in its own artistic interpretation of “straight.” I will take pain killers every now and again when it does bug me. It doesn’t hurt often, it doesn’t slow me down, and it makes my highfive look like a sly little “heyyy.”