Chewbarka

Rrrrrruff! I’m Chewbarka, a black-and-white bundle of joy from a galaxy not so far away. At 11 weeks old, I am already fluent in Wookiee (translation: happy barks, tiny growls, and squeaky toy negotiations). I may not pilot a spaceship, but I WILL pilot my way directly into your heart—and probably your laundry basket.<br/><br/>I’ve got the soft, wavy coat of a dream and the personality of a goofball comedian. Equal parts cuddle bug and chaos gremlin, I’m here to bring balance to your home… mostly by knocking things over with my enthusiasm.

Rrrrrruff! I’m Chewbarka, a black-and-white bundle of joy from a galaxy not so far away. At 11 weeks old, I am already fluent in Wookiee (translation: happy barks, tiny growls, and squeaky toy negotiations). I may not pilot a spaceship, but I WILL pilot my way directly into your heart—and probably your laundry basket.

I’ve got the soft, wavy coat of a dream and the personality of a goofball comedian. Equal parts cuddle bug and chaos gremlin, I’m here to bring balance to your home… mostly by knocking things over with my enthusiasm.

Rrrrrruff! I’m Chewbarka, a black-and-white bundle of joy from a galaxy not so far away. At 11 weeks old, I am already fluent in Wookiee (translation: happy barks, tiny growls, and squeaky toy negotiations). I may not pilot a spaceship, but I WILL pilot my way directly into your heart—and probably your laundry basket.

I’ve got the soft, wavy coat of a dream and the personality of a goofball comedian. Equal parts cuddle bug and chaos gremlin, I’m here to bring balance to your home… mostly by knocking things over with my enthusiasm.