Dean

Meet Dean: technically a Pomeranian mix, spiritually a tennis ball with teeth.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a fluffy little lap dog who wants to be carried around like a tiny prince, keep scrolling! Dean did not sign up for that life. He is not interested in being your purse accessory, your couch ornament, or your emotional support marshmallow. Dean is an athlete. A menace. A sentient blur of fur powered entirely by chaos and the possibility that you might throw the ball one more time.<br/><br/>Prospective adopters should be warned: do not look too deeply into Dean’s big, innocent eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He will trick you into believing he is sweet, delicate, and in need of cuddles. This is a scam. Dean is, in fact, a rabid chicken in a Pomeranian suit, and his true purpose in life is to sprint at unsafe speeds and demand endless games of fetch.<br/><br/>Dean will require a home that understands his energy level: significant daily exercise, lots of active play, and someone prepared to accept that “just one throw” is a lie. He’s smart, hilarious, and endlessly entertaining for the right person — ideally someone who wants a tiny, deranged best friend and not a decorative throw pillow.<br/><br/>Dean may be small, but he contains multitudes. Most of them are screaming for the ball.

Meet Dean: technically a Pomeranian mix, spiritually a tennis ball with teeth.

If you’re looking for a fluffy little lap dog who wants to be carried around like a tiny prince, keep scrolling! Dean did not sign up for that life. He is not interested in being your purse accessory, your couch ornament, or your emotional support marshmallow. Dean is an athlete. A menace. A sentient blur of fur powered entirely by chaos and the possibility that you might throw the ball one more time.

Prospective adopters should be warned: do not look too deeply into Dean’s big, innocent eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He will trick you into believing he is sweet, delicate, and in need of cuddles. This is a scam. Dean is, in fact, a rabid chicken in a Pomeranian suit, and his true purpose in life is to sprint at unsafe speeds and demand endless games of fetch.

Dean will require a home that understands his energy level: significant daily exercise, lots of active play, and someone prepared to accept that “just one

Meet Dean: technically a Pomeranian mix, spiritually a tennis ball with teeth.

If you’re looking for a fluffy little lap dog who wants to be carried around like a tiny prince, keep scrolling! Dean did not sign up for that life. He is not interested in being your purse accessory, your couch ornament, or your emotional support marshmallow. Dean is an athlete. A menace. A sentient blur of fur powered entirely by chaos and the possibility that you might throw the ball one more time.

Prospective adopters should be warned: do not look too deeply into Dean’s big, innocent eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He will trick you into believing he is sweet, delicate, and in need of cuddles. This is a scam. Dean is, in fact, a rabid chicken in a Pomeranian suit, and his true purpose in life is to sprint at unsafe speeds and demand endless games of fetch.

Dean will require a home that understands his energy level: significant daily exercise, lots of active play, and someone prepared to accept that “just one throw” is a lie. He’s smart, hilarious, and endlessly entertaining for the right person — ideally someone who wants a tiny, deranged best friend and not a decorative throw pillow.

Dean may be small, but he contains multitudes. Most of them are screaming for the ball.