He’s a mix adopted from a local shelter. Google Lens calls him a Dutch Shepherd. Might have a little pit in him. Gonna get a DNA kit for him.
He has XXXL ears. Everyone comments on how oversized his ears are.
He gives the softest, sweetest kisses.
He does not like walks or new people or new places.
He loves other dogs.
He doesn’t understand the cat. Or his boundaries.
He pooped in the car once.
If left to his own devices, he will eat all the grass in the yard. The concept of not eating too much fiber at once is one he can’t digest.
Despite not loving new people, he does warm up to you fairly quick. It took 20 minutes of my in-laws being around before he got lovey dovey on them.
He doesn’t like bones that much. He’d rather have a cloth toy he can pull apart thread by thread.
His two favorite places in the world are 1) Daycare, and 2) Wherever mom is sitting. I’m the spare lol
I wanted to name him Rye Bread because of the color of his coat. My sister in law has a dog named Tater and my brother’s dog is named Biscuit so I thought going with the theme of carbs would be cute. But he responds to Sherlock and that just makes handling him a million times easier so we stuck with that.
Here he is peeping out the window with the aforementioned cat: