Dear Diary,

Another Saturday at PetSmart, another day watching people walk by… but no dice. Sometimes I wonder—do they see me? I put on my best “Look at me!” bark, try a little wiggle, a tail wag… all the moves! But maybe I come on too strong?

I know, I know. I’m 7, but I’ve still got the energy of a pup and a bit of a “wild child” side, especially when I’m out here with all these people and pups to impress. At home, I’m just a big ol’ love bug. I don’t need a crate; I’m more of a “freedom-loving, couch-hogging” kind of guy. My foster mom says it’s part of my charm!

Don’t let my PetSmart show fool you—I’m as sweet as they come, and I love having friends, both human and furry. I just want a forever home where I can run, play, and feel like I’m finally where I belong.

Maybe next Saturday will be my day? Until then, I’ll keep waiting… and dreaming of my very own family to go home with. Paws crossed.