This is Curly. He snorts loudly like a pig. He has googly eyes. He’s got a delayed, spastic reaction to toys thrown for him.
He throws himself dramatically into everything he does, it’s always just a little after the fact. Looking at me with his eyes pointed in slightly different directions like, “Wait a minute…I know this word…think…think…oh yes! SIT!”
And he has a gentle, trusting heart.
Curly is just happy as can be, rolling over for belly rubs, snorting his way through bags of treats and covering faces in kisses. His soul is just good. He doesn’t hold onto baggage the same way we do (for him, or ourselves).
Curly was recently adopted through Peace for Pits, Inc.