Locust

Lucky to Love: Locust <br/>Hi... I'm Locust.<br/><br/>I'm a 6-year-old, 63-pound terrier mix, and I've been waiting for my luck to change.<br/>Everyone says St. Patrick's Day is about finding your four-leaf clover.<br/><br/>I think... I've been hoping someone might find me.<br/><br/>I've been in foster for a long time now. Long enough to watch seasons change. Long enough to see other dogs pack their bags and head home. I'm always so happy for them - I truly am - but each time, I quietly wonder when it will be my turn.<br/><br/>I have a very kind face - that's what people say. But my heart? It's even kinder.<br/><br/>I love people. Being close to you is my favorite thing in the whole world. I don't need to be the life of the party. I don't need constant excitement. I just want to sit beside you... walk next to you... rest my head near your knee and feel like I belong.<br/><br/>I greet everyone with soft eyes and a wagging tail. When I was rescued - after my previous owner became ill - I was the first one to walk up and say hello. That's who I am. Even after everything, I still believe in people.<br/><br/>I get along well with other dogs. I'm more "let's be buddies" than "let's cause trouble."<br/><br/>Walks are my quiet joy - sniffing the breeze, feeling the sun, sharing peaceful moments with whoever's holding my leash.<br/><br/>I'm not flashy. I'm not wild.<br/><br/>I'm steady. Loyal. Gentle.<br/><br/>This St. Patrick's Day, you could search for a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow...<br/>Or you could choose the boy who has been waiting patiently for someone to choose him.<br/><br/>Maybe I'm not just lucky.<br/>Maybe I'm your lucky charm. <br/>I'm right here.<br/>Still hoping.<br/>Still believing.<br/>I'll be your Locust.

Lucky to Love: Locust
Hi... I'm Locust.

I'm a 6-year-old, 63-pound terrier mix, and I've been waiting for my luck to change.
Everyone says St. Patrick's Day is about finding your four-leaf clover.

I think... I've been hoping someone might find me.

I've been in foster for a long time now. Long enough to watch seasons change. Long enough to see other dogs pack their bags and head home. I'm always so happy for them - I truly am - but each time, I quietly wonder when it will be my turn.

I have a very kind face - that's what people say. But my heart? It's even kinder.

I love people. Being close to you is my favorite thing in the whole world. I don't need to be the life of the party. I don't need constant excitement. I just want to sit beside you... walk next to you... rest my head near your knee and feel like I belong.

I greet everyone with soft eyes and a wagging tail. When I was rescued - after my previous owner became ill - I was the first one to walk up and say he

Lucky to Love: Locust
Hi... I'm Locust.

I'm a 6-year-old, 63-pound terrier mix, and I've been waiting for my luck to change.
Everyone says St. Patrick's Day is about finding your four-leaf clover.

I think... I've been hoping someone might find me.

I've been in foster for a long time now. Long enough to watch seasons change. Long enough to see other dogs pack their bags and head home. I'm always so happy for them - I truly am - but each time, I quietly wonder when it will be my turn.

I have a very kind face - that's what people say. But my heart? It's even kinder.

I love people. Being close to you is my favorite thing in the whole world. I don't need to be the life of the party. I don't need constant excitement. I just want to sit beside you... walk next to you... rest my head near your knee and feel like I belong.

I greet everyone with soft eyes and a wagging tail. When I was rescued - after my previous owner became ill - I was the first one to walk up and say hello. That's who I am. Even after everything, I still believe in people.

I get along well with other dogs. I'm more "let's be buddies" than "let's cause trouble."

Walks are my quiet joy - sniffing the breeze, feeling the sun, sharing peaceful moments with whoever's holding my leash.

I'm not flashy. I'm not wild.

I'm steady. Loyal. Gentle.

This St. Patric