Bo

I’m 12 years old, all gray, green-eyed, and equipped with a personality significantly larger than I am.
I’m a mama’s boy through and through. If Mama sits down, there’s a very good chance I’ll be in her lap. If she leaves the room, naturally I need to know where she’s going. I’ve been her little gray shadow for 12 years, and I take the position very seriously.
I’m also a professional napper, serious snackie enthusiast, and devoted fan of brown packing paper. I’ll lie on it, play with it, and make myself comfortable right in the middle of it.
Human food? Not interested. The great outdoors? You can keep that too. An open door is absolutely not an invitation as far as I’m concerned.
I can be sweet, sassy, stubborn, dramatic, and incredibly loving — sometimes all within about five minutes. I know exactly what I like, definitely know what I don’t, and somehow always keep my humans laughing.
Twelve years later, I’m still Mama’s little gray shadow — exactly where I belong.