Dan

Hi friend.<br/><br/>I'm Dan, a one-year-old Boxer boy, happy and loving. I do like other dogs! Truly, the more love, the merrier. I was a stray pup, wandering the world in search of a safe place to lay my head. One night, the stars aligned, and I found my way to Hobo. My new fosters nicknamed me Dante, cuz apparently, I'm an inferno of love. Aw, shucks. I really am. So grateful for soft surfaces, foster folks' rug and fireplace, and this new thing called the treat jar. Foster Pa said, "He didn't know how to take a treat!" Direct quote. It's true. I spit it out, not sure if I could keep it or what to do with such deliciousness. Happily, I'm a quick study. I've learned that dogs who are loved get treats. Ergo, seems I'm quite lovable. <br/><br/>Now that I know more about being a dog, I take those treats like a pro. I'm not demanding, however. Still a little shy, a little unsure, but rest assured, I know where those treats live. Nothing gets past a good student like me. Can we meet? That's all for now; gotta get back to my 'this is how a dog acts' tutorials. Will you be my forever teacher? Pretty sure I'll love you, and fairly confident you'll love me.<br/><br/>Studiously yours,<br/><br/>Dan/Dante the Willing

Hi friend.

I'm Dan, a one-year-old Boxer boy, happy and loving. I do like other dogs! Truly, the more love, the merrier. I was a stray pup, wandering the world in search of a safe place to lay my head. One night, the stars aligned, and I found my way to Hobo. My new fosters nicknamed me Dante, cuz apparently, I'm an inferno of love. Aw, shucks. I really am. So grateful for soft surfaces, foster folks' rug and fireplace, and this new thing called the treat jar. Foster Pa said, "He didn't know how to take a treat!" Direct quote. It's true. I spit it out, not sure if I could keep it or what to do with such deliciousness. Happily, I'm a quick study. I've learned that dogs who are loved get treats. Ergo, seems I'm quite lovable.

Now that I know more about being a dog, I take those treats like a pro. I'm not demanding, however. Still a little shy, a little unsure, but rest assured, I know where those treats live. Nothing gets past a good student like me. Can we meet? That's all for now; gotta get back to my 'thi

Hi friend.

I'm Dan, a one-year-old Boxer boy, happy and loving. I do like other dogs! Truly, the more love, the merrier. I was a stray pup, wandering the world in search of a safe place to lay my head. One night, the stars aligned, and I found my way to Hobo. My new fosters nicknamed me Dante, cuz apparently, I'm an inferno of love. Aw, shucks. I really am. So grateful for soft surfaces, foster folks' rug and fireplace, and this new thing called the treat jar. Foster Pa said, "He didn't know how to take a treat!" Direct quote. It's true. I spit it out, not sure if I could keep it or what to do with such deliciousness. Happily, I'm a quick study. I've learned that dogs who are loved get treats. Ergo, seems I'm quite lovable.

Now that I know more about being a dog, I take those treats like a pro. I'm not demanding, however. Still a little shy, a little unsure, but rest assured, I know where those treats live. Nothing gets past a good student like me. Can we meet? That's all for now; gotta get back to my 'this is how a dog acts' tutorials. Will you be my forever teacher? Pretty sure I'll love you, and fairly confident you'll love me.

Studiously yours,

Dan/Dante the Willing