Coolio

He was found in a ditch with a broken leg — a sleek Plott Hound/Boxer lover-boy, a year and a half young and handsomely brindled, with a tender disposition well intact despite his injury. Facebook friends rallied to pay for surgery and now Coolio’s on his way, with a pin in his leg but not his heart,

Joker

Joker was named after the famed comic book character not because he possesses villainous powers, but because he has one crazy wide grin. This one-year-old, medium-sized Boxer and Shepherd mix is game for play … any and all the time. A high activity home and lifestyle is exactly what this boy needs to be happy and content.

Nora

Like most introverts, Nora enjoys time alone. She’s fine with other cats, but because she’s naturally independent, she leaves socializing to them. From her cat bed she observes the antics and habits of her feline roommates and probably rolls her eyes at them now and again. Nora has an “only child” personality and wants total autonomy of the decision-making,

Ruger

Just like the firearms manufacturer he’s named for, our “Ruger” is also rugged and reliable. His irresistible Retriever good looks, golden red coat, and matching amber eyes will captivate you. He loves to fetch, is highly trainable — he has learned to lie down and roll over– and has the reputation of being the cleanest dog in the Adoption Center!

She looks like a fluffy black bunny, but even sweeter is her expression of constant amazement, as if life were handing her a series of surprises, each more wondrous than the next (well the cat condos at Petsmart, where she’s waiting to meet you, are pretty darned stunning, at that.) Camilla’s just 11 months young —

Forget the artificial stuff, our one year old Whippet/Chihuahua mix “Sugar” is 20 lbs. of authentic sweetness — pure and personable, full of delicate energy but ready to relax in your arms like an infant; graceful, feminine, and runway model slim, with long willowy legs that fold up fine for a snuggle. Sugar’s outgoing, cooperative,

“Patches” is an understatement of a name for her; her glorious tortoise shell-tabby (Torbie) markings are etched in orange, black and white so vivid even the latter seems to glow; but her keenly defined markings is where her edges end, inside she’s a dreamy watercolor-cat, a two year old girl suffused with tranquil sweetness you’ll feel the moment you hold her.

The most eloquent testimony to his gentleness comes from Buddy’s own boyish mouth; it’s in the delicate way he takes a treat from your fingers — more a soft caress than a nibble, consciously considerate beyond his year-and-a-half youthfulness, all his exuberance carefully contained until he “sits” or “lies down” for you successfully. Buddy was found stray,

Chloe the talking cat, the wonderful talking cat. There’s no subject under the sun that this petite one-year-old Brown Tabby won’t chime in about and give her opinion. The problem is no one necessarily understands what she’s saying. It’s best just to nod in agreement and pat her head. When she’s not talking, she’s playing with her toys,

He’s a boxer/shepherd too calm to box and a strapping southern boy too polite to be anything but house trained. At 4 years old Bubba’s disposition’s as grand as his strong, sculpted body — a tug of war with his favorite rope toy’s as close as he comes to conflict; he’ll roll on his back for a delicious belly rub,