Cranberry

It’s me… Cranberry.<br/><br/>I’m just a 1-year-old white American Pit Bull Terrier, but my heart feels big enough to hold a whole family’s worth of love—I just haven’t found them yet.<br/>All year long, I’ve watched other dogs leave with smiling families, their tails wagging as they head off to their new lives. I sit quietly, trying to be patient, telling myself, “Maybe tomorrow will be my day.” But Santa… tomorrow hasn’t come yet.<br/><br/>On the outside, I’m brave. I wag my tail, I greet every person gently, and I press my little nose against the kennel door hoping someone might stop and notice me.<br/>But when the shelter gets quiet at night…<br/>that’s when it gets hard.<br/><br/>That’s when the loneliness feels big.<br/>That’s when I whisper my Christmas wish into the darkness and hope someone hears it.<br/><br/>Santa, this year I don’t want toys or treats—<br/>I just want a family.<br/>A lap to rest my head on.<br/>A hand to scratch behind my ears.<br/>A home where I’m not just another dog, but their dog.<br/>Do you think… maybe… you could work a little magic?<br/><br/>Just enough for the right person to look into my eyes and feel what I’ve been holding inside this whole time—pure, unconditional love waiting for a place to go.<br/>I’m so grateful, Santa, because I’m not completely alone in this wish.<br/>The York Family sponsored my entire adoption fee, reminding me that I’m worth believing in… that no dog should be alone on Christmas. Their kindness feels like the first sprinkle of Christmas magic on my little heart.<br/><br/>So here I am, waiting—hoping—with every beat of my tail and every ounce of my love, that my forever family finds me before the holiday lights dim.<br/>With a hopeful heart, tear-filled eyes, and all the love a pup can give,<br/>Cranberry 🐾💖🎄

It’s me… Cranberry.

I’m just a 1-year-old white American Pit Bull Terrier, but my heart feels big enough to hold a whole family’s worth of love—I just haven’t found them yet.
All year long, I’ve watched other dogs leave with smiling families, their tails wagging as they head off to their new lives. I sit quietly, trying to be patient, telling myself, “Maybe tomorrow will be my day.” But Santa… tomorrow hasn’t come yet.

On the outside, I’m brave. I wag my tail, I greet every person gently, and I press my little nose against the kennel door hoping someone might stop and notice me.
But when the shelter gets quiet at night…
that’s when it gets hard.

That’s when the loneliness feels big.
That’s when I whisper my Christmas wish into the darkness and hope someone hears it.

Santa, this year I don’t want toys or treats—
I just want a family.
A lap to rest my head on.
A hand to scratch behind my ears.
A home where I’m not just another dog, but their dog.
Do you th

It’s me… Cranberry.

I’m just a 1-year-old white American Pit Bull Terrier, but my heart feels big enough to hold a whole family’s worth of love—I just haven’t found them yet.
All year long, I’ve watched other dogs leave with smiling families, their tails wagging as they head off to their new lives. I sit quietly, trying to be patient, telling myself, “Maybe tomorrow will be my day.” But Santa… tomorrow hasn’t come yet.

On the outside, I’m brave. I wag my tail, I greet every person gently, and I press my little nose against the kennel door hoping someone might stop and notice me.
But when the shelter gets quiet at night…
that’s when it gets hard.

That’s when the loneliness feels big.
That’s when I whisper my Christmas wish into the darkness and hope someone hears it.

Santa, this year I don’t want toys or treats—
I just want a family.
A lap to rest my head on.
A hand to scratch behind my ears.
A home where I’m not just another dog, but their dog.
Do you think… maybe… you could work a little magic?

Just enough for the right person to look into my eyes and feel what I’ve been holding inside this whole time—pure, unconditional love waiting for a place to go.
I’m so grateful, Santa, because I’m not completely alone in this wish.
The York Family sponsored my entire adoption fee, reminding me that I’m worth believing in… that no dog shou