Sulu Great Pyrenees Atlanta, GA

Officer’s Log, Stardate 2260. I have crash-landed on a strange planet. The inhabitants jailed me upon my arrival in a place called the “shelter.” Then a native aligned with GPRA rescued me. He treated me with the respect deserving an officer of Starfleet, so I went with him. My rough landing left me injured and dirty. This native took me to his Bones, who said I require surgery on my leg and medicine for something called Heartworms. This sounds fearsome, but as long as it’s not the earworm that Chekov endured then I feel certain I can brave it.
In my short 2 years of life, I have survived much. I lost weight during my captivity and am now down to 86 pounds. Still, I maintain my basic love for all beings and my essential sweetness. I need your help to heal again. My surgery and heartworm treatment are costly, but GPRA is committed to doing whatever it takes to make me well. For this, I am grateful, and I ask that you consider donating to help them help me.
Don’t stop there, though. I have grown to love this planetary system and its inhabitants. I would like to learn more, possibly while eating Milkbones and getting my belly scratched. If you think you can aid my exploration, contact GPRA today!