Hi - I’m Morris! Yes, that Morris—I was named after the guy who escaped Alcatraz. Don’t worry though… I’m not going anywhere. I already found what I was looking for: people. 💛 I’m a 2-year-old black Lab, tipping the scales at a solid 95 lbs. of handsome, happy, and slightly confused-about-how-home-life-works. I came from a rough situation, so a lot of this “being a spoiled house dog” thing is brand new to me—and honestly? I’m a big fan. Let’s start with the important stuff: I LOVE people. I want to be near you, with you, preferably touching you. I’ll even hop up on the couch to sit with you now (I’ve decided couches are, in fact, amazing)… but I will be bringing a toy with me. Always. Emotional support stuffy? Chew toy? Yes. Freedom is great, but toys on the couch? Even better. I’m super smart—like, scary smart. I already know sit, down, shake, up, and stay, and I’m working on “roll over” (which I’m clearly going to master in about five minutes). I learn fast, I listen well, and I actually want to be a good boy. I’m also strong. Very strong. Like… I broke a clip on a 50-foot leash strong. BUT—I did not go anywhere. Because why would I leave when my foster mom is right there? I’m a loyal guy. My leash skills are getting better every day. I started out thinking walks were a full-body sport, but now I’m learning that we can just… walk. Like civilized beings. I ride great in the car—just sit in the back seat, look out the window, contemplate life. Now let’s talk about my quirks (or as I like to call them, “personality features”): I counter surf… selectively. If it smells amazing, I will investigate. However, I do respond to “no,” because again—I’m smart and trying here. I once found a bag of plums. I allowed my foster mom to take one from my mouth, then thoughtfully brought her another one I found on the floor. Sharing is caring. I am tall enough to look directly into the fridge when it opens, so I like to supervise meal prep. You’re welcome. Dog beds? Still pretty sure those are toys. I’ve never had one before, so this feels like a reasonable assumption. I am a chewer. I LOVE chew toys. I am learning what is mine vs. not mine. I get it right most of the time… probably. Rehabilitation is a journey. I recently went to daycare and… there were a LOT of dogs. I didn’t quite know what to do with all that and was described as “confused,” which honestly feels fair. Because of that, I might do best as your one-and-only dog where I can really shine. The good stuff? There’s a lot: I’m gentle when taking food (even though I prefer to graze rather than inhale my meals). My weight isn’t from overeating—I can actually move, play, and be a dog now, so I am slowly slimming down.   I LOVE to run and play. When I first got a yard, I ran and ran like I couldn’t believe it was real. Turns out… it is. Freedom looks really good on me. I’m learning how to snuggle, and I’ve decided it’s pretty great. I’ll even sleep on my back now, which means I feel safe. And when you rub my belly? I make this little purring sound. Yes, like a cat. No, I will not be explaining it. People say I smile a lot. That’s because I’m happy. Like, really happy. I’m a big, playful, affectionate, super smart guy with puppy energy and a huge heart. I’m still learning the rules, but I’m catching on fast—and I just want someone to keep teaching me, playing with me, and letting me be part of the family. So if you’re looking for a loyal, goofy, toy-carrying, fridge-inspecting best friend who has left his old life behind for good… I’m your Morris 💛 I’m being fostered in Monticello, IL.