Not the whole town.... Just me, Dallas. Howdy pardner! My personality is bigger than the Lone Star State (which coincidentally is where I happen to be located).

I have to tip my 10-gallon hat to this rescue. It saved me just in time when my family found out that I wasn't able to move out of the country with them, and they were forced to weigh all the (bad) options until FBV came to my rescue at the last minute. Woooweee. That was a close one. 

So now that I've settled in, let me mosey into your heart and tell you a little bit about me. Y'all saddle up and round up your posse for this tale.

I don't mind a good pampering- right down to having my nails trimmed with a Dremel. I feel fancy afterwards and will bounce about showing everyone how fancy I am. This ain't my first rodeo when it comes to a rootin' tootin' good groomin.’

This little cowpoke likes everyone. Men, women, young cowpokes but over the age of 10 (I will jump up to be pet and don’t want to knock down a little one out of excitement), and even critters like cats. You heard that right. I like cats. I figure letting the cat out of the bag is way easier than putting it back in! That could get a little Western! I don't mind other critters when I am taken on a walk (and am very good on a leash). I've been told my prey drive is about nil.

I like a good petting, but I won't bother you for attention. I do love a good nap on the couch (preferably with a supply of my favorite Nylabones to munch on), though. I don't mind being in my crate either. What can I say? I’ve taken to my new life like a horse takes to oats. 

I have a Grade 2 luxating right patella, but it doesn't bother my gitty-up-and-go!

I currently live in an apartment but would also do well in a home with a fenced in yard. What can I say? I am a catch. Some cowboys have too much tumbleweed in their blood to settle down, but that is not me! 

I am housebroken (but did have a few accidents when I first arrived). I have learned not to squat on my spurs. I eat my vittles well and am overall in great shape! I am 6 years old and 28 pounds.

Not to put the cart before the horse, but what do ya say? Let's put a bee in that bonnet and apply to make me your Huckleberry. Come on! Slap some bacon on that biscuit- we're burnin' daylight!