Silo

Woof! I’m Silo.<br/><br/>My story has a bit of a cold beginning, but I’m hoping for a very warm ending.<br/><br/>I became homeless on December 31, 2025 — though truthfully, I had been on my own for a while before that. Someone abandoned me near the Port Road and South Loop Road intersection. It was a cold day, and I didn’t know where to go. The only shelter I could find was a small opening in an old grain silo... so I made it my home.<br/><br/>I don’t remember how long I stayed there, coming in and out of that little opening just trying to survive. Thankfully, someone noticed me and called Animal Control. When they arrived, they offered me food. I was nervous at first, but hunger — and hope — won out. Before long, I was gently eating from their hands.<br/><br/>That was the day my life started to change.<br/><br/>At the shelter, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time — relief. A dry, warm place to sleep. Full meals every day. Kind people. Daily walks. Safety.<br/><br/>The humans here think I might have some Pointer or bird dog mix in me, especially when you look at my face. I’m about a year old, mostly white with soft beige markings, and still very much a young pup with lots of life ahead of me.<br/><br/>Here’s my health résumé:<br/>· Heartworm negative<br/>· Up to date on vaccines<br/>· Just need to be neutered to complete my vetting<br/><br/>I’ve already proven I’m resilient. I survived the cold and uncertainty on my own. But I don’t want to survive anymore — I want to belong.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a loyal, grateful, young companion who will never forget the kindness that saved him, I’m your guy.<br/><br/>Let’s make sure the only "silo" in my future is just part of my story — not my shelter.<br/><br/>Will you be my warm, forever home? ??

Woof! I’m Silo.

My story has a bit of a cold beginning, but I’m hoping for a very warm ending.

I became homeless on December 31, 2025 — though truthfully, I had been on my own for a while before that. Someone abandoned me near the Port Road and South Loop Road intersection. It was a cold day, and I didn’t know where to go. The only shelter I could find was a small opening in an old grain silo... so I made it my home.

I don’t remember how long I stayed there, coming in and out of that little opening just trying to survive. Thankfully, someone noticed me and called Animal Control. When they arrived, they offered me food. I was nervous at first, but hunger — and hope — won out. Before long, I was gently eating from their hands.

That was the day my life started to change.

At the shelter, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time — relief. A dry, warm place to sleep. Full meals every day. Kind people. Daily walks. Safety.

The humans here think I might have some Pointer or

Woof! I’m Silo.

My story has a bit of a cold beginning, but I’m hoping for a very warm ending.

I became homeless on December 31, 2025 — though truthfully, I had been on my own for a while before that. Someone abandoned me near the Port Road and South Loop Road intersection. It was a cold day, and I didn’t know where to go. The only shelter I could find was a small opening in an old grain silo... so I made it my home.

I don’t remember how long I stayed there, coming in and out of that little opening just trying to survive. Thankfully, someone noticed me and called Animal Control. When they arrived, they offered me food. I was nervous at first, but hunger — and hope — won out. Before long, I was gently eating from their hands.

That was the day my life started to change.

At the shelter, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time — relief. A dry, warm place to sleep. Full meals every day. Kind people. Daily walks. Safety.

The humans here think I might have some Pointer or bird dog mix in me, especially when you look at my face. I’m about a year old, mostly white with soft beige markings, and still very much a young pup with lots of life ahead of me.

Here’s my health résumé:
· Heartworm negative
· Up to date on vaccines
· Just need to be neutered to complete my vetting

I’ve already proven I’m resilient. I survived the cold and uncerta