Gronk

Hey there, it's Gronk here, reporting live from the Fullmer Menagerie Animal Rescue - my home away from home, or should I say, my favorite vacation spot? I've been here before, about four years ago when I was a young buck. The Fullmers hooked me up with a sweet family gig, complete with kids and a fenced-in yard. But, as fate would have it, the family went from rock-solid to rocky road, and I ended up back at Fullmer's. No worries, though, they welcomed me back with open arms. Next, I scored a solo gig with a cool lady, but let's just say I'm a bit of a handful - pony-sized, water-obsessed, and prone to snack attacks. My lips aren't exactly built for food storage, so, well, let's just say the floor got some snacks too. After a year and a half, she brought me back, and now I'm on the hunt for my forever family. If you're ready for a kitchen-counter-cleaning, bed-hogging, Clydesdale-wannabe like me, hit up 435-406-6779 to adopt.

Hey there, it's Gronk here, reporting live from the Fullmer Menagerie Animal Rescue - my home away from home, or should I say, my favorite vacation spot? I've been here before, about four years ago when I was a young buck. The Fullmers hooked me up with a sweet family gig, complete with kids and a fenced-in yard. But, as fate would have it, the family went from rock-solid to rocky road, and I ended up back at Fullmer's. No worries, though, they welcomed me back with open arms. Next, I scored a solo gig with a cool lady, but let's just say I'm a bit of a handful - pony-sized, water-obsessed, and prone to snack attacks. My lips aren't exactly built for food storage, so, well, let's just say the floor got some snacks too. After a year and a half, she brought me back, and now I'm on the hunt for my forever family. If you're ready for a kitchen-counter-cleaning, bed-hogging, Clydesdale-wannabe like me, hit up 435-406-6779 to adopt.

Hey there, it's Gronk here, reporting live from the Fullmer Menagerie Animal Rescue - my home away from home, or should I say, my favorite vacation spot? I've been here before, about four years ago when I was a young buck. The Fullmers hooked me up with a sweet family gig, complete with kids and a fenced-in yard. But, as fate would have it, the family went from rock-solid to rocky road, and I ended up back at Fullmer's. No worries, though, they welcomed me back with open arms. Next, I scored a solo gig with a cool lady, but let's just say I'm a bit of a handful - pony-sized, water-obsessed, and prone to snack attacks. My lips aren't exactly built for food storage, so, well, let's just say the floor got some snacks too. After a year and a half, she brought me back, and now I'm on the hunt for my forever family. If you're ready for a kitchen-counter-cleaning, bed-hogging, Clydesdale-wannabe like me, hit up 435-406-6779 to adopt.