Do you wanna spend forever together?
I know, I know—it might seem a bit early for such a big question. I mean, we’ve just met! But here’s the thing: life hasn’t always been kind to me, and I know exactly what I’m looking for. I want a family to call my own. I want to be loved. I want my happily ever after, and I’m hoping—just maybe—that you could be the one to make that happen. At 3 years old, I’ve never really had a “forever.” I’ve had a few homes, but none where I felt truly cherished. In fact, it's hard to remember much about those times, because what I do know is that life wasn’t always so kind. I’ve been through a lot. In my past life, I got hurt badly—so badly that it’s a bit of a blur now whether it was from being hit by a car or caused by something more cruel, the details are fuzzy. But I do remember the pain. Even worse, no one cared enough to get me the help I needed. I had to let my leg heal on its own, which was, let’s just say, not the most pleasant experience. Two vets told me surgery wasn’t really a viable option—as they would have to break my leg again to set it properly, and even then, I’d still walk with a limp and be riddled with arthritis. Amputation? That was another conversation we had. But I still use my leg for stability, and I run like the wind, and the vet doesn’t think it’s causing me enough pain to go down that road just yet. I’ve got pain meds for when I need them, but honestly, it doesn’t seem to bother me much. So, I guess you could say that I come with a bit of "baggage" but don't think of me as broken. Because I fought hard to survive. I bet you didn't know that I spent quite a bit of time alone as a stray scavenging and just trying to make it to the next day with my bum leg before finally being picked up and brought to the animal shelter. I may have not had to worry about being on the streets anymore, but I still very much had to fight for my life as I had ended up on the euthanasia list when no one reclaimed me due to my leg and I needed help. It was only thanks to my amazing foster family and PPFT's intervention that I’m here today, and this is where the real story begins. And that’s why I’m ready. I’ve never had anything permanent—never had a family to call my own, never had anyone to back me up. But now, I’m ready for that. I’m ready for a family who’ll love me forever, and I’m hoping you’ll be the one to give me that.
Did I really just dive into my life story without at least telling you my name first? Why yes, yes I did. But hey, I’ve gotta find a way to stand out from the crowd. I mean, sure, every other fluffy butt out there is on the hunt for their forever home, but let’s be honest—I’m the one you’ve been waiting for. So here I am—Phoenix. Why the name Phoenix, you ask? Well, it's simple. After everything I’ve been through, I’ve risen from the ashes like the fiery, fabulous bird I am, and now I’m ready for my second chance at life. Now, I may not have had the best life up until now, but my spirit? Unbreakable. I’m basically the poster child for "happy-go-lucky" with a side of resilience. I love meeting new people and making new friends. Why? Because I know what it feels like to be unwanted, and I’ll be darned if I let anyone feel that way on my watch. I’m playful, fun-loving, and always ready for an adventure. That said, if your idea of excitement is sleeping 23 hours a day, binge-watching Netflix, and maybe deciding if today’s bedroom nap should be followed by a living room nap, we might not be the perfect match. I’m more of a "let’s hit the trails" than a "let’s hit the couch" kinda guy. But don’t worry, I’m not always running marathons—after we’ve burned some energy, I’ll gladly snuggle up and be your personal cuddle buddy. Think of me like the ultimate Golden Retriever mix—always happy, always eager to please, and always down for whatever you’re doing. Oh, and speaking of Golden Retrievers, I should mention that I’m believed to be one of those, well at least a mix of one. Which means I’m the perfect size for any adventure. At 43lbs, I’m compact enough to fit in your car without making it look like a clown car. And yes, I know fetch is a thing people like to do with dogs. I’ve heard of it. But honestly? I don’t get it. You toss the toy, and I’m supposed to chase it? If you don’t want it, why should I? Seems a little odd, don’t you think? But hey, I’m open to suggestions—maybe fetch will grow on me… or maybe I’ll just decide it’s you who needs to chase after me instead. 😏
When I say I’m your ultimate adventure buddy, I’m not just fluffing my fur. Got a road trip planned? I’ll be waiting by the door, and just so you know, I might try to call shotgun. I mean, it’s only fair—who doesn’t want a sidekick with a face like mine? Want to hit up the cute waiter at the cafe? Oh, I’m in. I’ll happily introduce myself to the waiter, and before you know it, you’ll be swapping compliments about how adorable I am. ;) Now, about that leash...yeah, we’re still figuring that out. I mean, how am I supposed to sniff every blade of grass, mark every mailbox, and dodge puddles if I’m attached to that silly thing? The harness is a little more my speed, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to zigzag all over the place like I’m on a mission. I may not have mastered it yet, but hey, I was only introduced to this leash thing a few weeks ago. And hugs. Oh, yes, I give them. Sorry, not sorry, but when I get excited, I just have to spread the love. Why use a paw when I’ve got these arms? And let’s be clear—if you’ve got other dogs in your home, you’re winning. They’re my personal energy outlets and always up for a good game of chase. Cats? Sure, they might have an attitude, but I love them anyway—who can resist that purrin’ charm? And kids? Don’t even get me started. They’re my partners in crime when it comes to playtime, cuddles, and—let’s be real—sneaking me those extra treats. Life is good when you’ve got energy, love, and snacks coming at you from all directions.
Looking for a fun-sized adventure buddy to fit in your cozy apartment? Well, I’m your boy! I’ve got a spirit as big as the outdoors, and I’m all about exploring new places and going on walks. But here’s the deal—I’m not one of those couch potato pups... well, not until I’ve gotten all my zoomies out, of course. Once I’ve unleashed my energy, you better believe I’ll be ready to relax and curl up. Now, when it comes to potty time, I’m a classy dog. I don’t believe in turning your house into my personal bathroom. I’ve got standards, and trust me, those standards do not involve leaving surprises on your carpet. I’m more about the fun stuff, like getting all excited when you come home. You’ll definitely be getting the warmest greeting of your life—I’m talking full-on “bouncing off the walls” energy, so get ready to catch me mid-air when you let me out. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit on that one. I’ve been a super well-behaved house guest in my foster home, no furniture chewing or wild antics. And as for noise? You’re safe with me. Unlike those pyrabears who bark at the drop of a hat, I like to keep my woofs reserved for the really important stuff (like that squirrel who’s definitely plotting something in your yard). Need someone to watch over your house? I’m your dog! I’ll watch over it like it’s my own... wait, did I just say that? I guess I did. Who knew I’d ever say something that profound? The closest I came to "owning" anything was probably a cheeseburger I found in the trash once.
I guess that is all I have. Now, the ball is in your court and I will keep my paws crossed that you decide that I am the boy for you. If you are serious about welcoming me to your life forever (and I mean forever, none of that "until" stuff) then get that app in for me and start planning a road trip to Hutchinson, KS because that is where I will be waiting for you!
Until then, I’ll be here, perfecting my puppy eyes and waiting for you to come adopt me—because, let’s face it, I’m not going to fetch myself.
Phoenix
