Vote for Bailey!

Grrmmmppphhh.  My name is Bailey and I was was born at the at the local shelter in August 2001, after my pregnant mother “ran afoul of the law”.  Along with my mom and littermates, I was sent to stay with this nice human family until I was big enough to find a forever home.  However, when that time came, my human mom did something called “Failing Fostering 101″.

My human mom says that I was born a “grumpy old man”, but would like to think that I was just born with an old soul.  When she fosters new dogs, it is my job to make sure order is kept.  I don’t allow any shenanigans on my watch.  I mean really, the kids these days don’t know how good they have it.  Back in my day, we had to walk five miles, up-hill, both ways just to get a chewy bone…

So vote for age and experience.

Vote for Bailey.

Now, get of my lawn!