My Name is Five I’m 1.5 years old Yorkshire / Australian Terrier mix and only 8 pounds. I’m neutered, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart. It’s found in a family… a lap… a warm voice… a safe place to rest my head. I am traveling from Southern California to Ridgefield, WA by the end of February to live with my foster family. I also can travel to Vancouver, BC if there is a potential adopter for me. My adoption fee is $1000USD Adoption Application Link: https://forms.gle/rh4RkabUr7fYkRDV9 (If not clickable, copy & paste into your browser) Here is my story: Sometimes people think that means my story must be small. But it isn’t. Not long ago, I was in a shelter in Southern California. I don’t really understand how I ended up there. I just remember the noise… the waiting… the way people would walk past my kennel. I would lift my head every time. Maybe this one. Maybe this is my person. I kept my ears up — they’re hard to miss. They call them “satellite ears.” I guess I’ve always been listening for someone to call my name. I’m only 1½ years old. I should have been in someone’s arms, not behind a gate. But even there, I didn’t stop loving people. I didn’t stop wagging my tail. That’s just who I am. When I was finally taken out of that shelter, I didn’t look back. I chose to believe that life was about to get better. And it has. I’m fully potty trained. I love other dogs. I adore meeting new people. I’m curious, gentle, and so happy just to be included. If you’re walking, I’ll trot beside you. If you’re sitting, I’ll curl up close. If you’re having a hard day, I’ll press my tiny body against you like I’m trying to say, “You’re not alone.” Because I know what it feels like to wait alone. I may be small, but I love in a big way. When I choose you, I really choose you. I look at you like you’re the best thing in my world. All I want now is a home where my bed stays in the same place. Where my ears don’t have to listen for uncertainty anymore. Where I know the footsteps coming toward me are always kind… and always staying. I don’t need a lot of space. I don’t need fancy things. I just need someone who won’t give up on me. My name is Five. I waited once behind kennel bars. Please don’t let me wait again. I’m ready to come home