Hi, I’m Stratus ☁️ Like the cloud, fluffy and known to drift wherever I please. I’m 11 weeks old and a professional at being adorable. Out of my litter of five, I was always the independent one, exploring solo even as a 4 day old while my siblings piled together like sensible potatoes. I’m also the only one without blue eyes, hazel for me, because somebody had to bring some variety. My foster mom isn’t supposed to play favorites, but between us, I’m hers. Don’t tell my siblings. I live with my foster sister, a pug who is now somehow smaller than me, which I find hilarious and she finds deeply unfair. She’s my favourite person to wrestle and annoy, whether she agrees with that or not. I’m also fully in my shark phase, so fair warning: shoes, fingers, and couch corners are all chew toys to me right now. But with redirection I’m also happy to chew on ACTUAL chew toys because I’m smart like that! I’m clumsy, always cheerful, and pretty hilarious about it, but after a long day of chaos I’m just as happy curled up snuggling. Potty training is going really well with consistent breaks, and I’m getting more reliable every day. Now let’s talk about my real claim to fame: kennel life. I am an absolute champion in there. Every night I march myself right in next to my foster sister’s kennel, settle down, and sleep straight through until morning, no whining, no fuss, no nightly protests. During the day I go in just as easily for naps or quiet time, and honestly I think of it as my own little cloud-shaped bedroom rather than anything to fight against. My foster mom says most puppies my age are still working on this, so I’d like a little credit for being so chill about it. My foster mom says I’m very special, and she’s loved me since I could fit in one hand. So if you choose me, take good care of me, I promise laughs, cuddles, and a whole lot of love. ❤️

Love, Stratus