I'm Theo. Yeah, I'm about 5. But really? I'm an old man in a husky suit. Been around the block, seen some stuff, lost most of my fur, and came out the other side with a strong snack addiction and zero tolerance for nonsense. I showed up here 120 days ago from the Newcastle shelter lookin' like a plucked chicken-except for my fuzzy little bobblehead, which, honestly, is still my best feature. Since then, I've been growing my coat back and perfecting my grumpy-but-lovable aesthetic. I do love my people. Deeply. I'll stick close, nap nearby, and shoot you side-eyes until you share your food. But let's get one thing straight-I'm not here for chaos, and I don't need a rowdy pack. Other dogs? Meh. I'll deal, but I'm not starting a group chat. I do my best at the vet (even when I'm not exactly thrilled), and I'm really just looking for one thing: peace. A soft place. A human who understands that I don't want much-just snacks, naps, and someone who loves me like the grumpy little king I am. Oh, and someone to use a K-9 dryer and itch ALL the best spots. I'll sit and let you blow out my coat for hours. No pack needed. I'm all the dog you'll ever want.