Tiny Tim

Meet Timmy aka Two-Timing Timmy aka Timothy! I had a ruff start to life—literally. A dog mistook me for a snack, and let’s just say... my pelvis paid the price. I ended up at a shelter, hoping for something called a "rescue tag" (whatever that means). I spent 22 long days there until one day, a kind lady scooped me up and took me to a place that smelled like a LOT of animals. But here’s the good part—she gave me all the wet and dry food I could eat, the softest blankies, and the coziest pillows. She even gave me medicine, and before I knew it, I started feeling better! At first, the hoomans thought they might have to take my leg, but I worked really hard in my foster home, and guess what? My bones started to heal all by themselves—no amputation needed! (Although… they did snip my family jewels. But I’m trying not to hold a grudge.) Now, I’m officially ready for my furever home! Here’s what you should know about me: Dog preference? A relaxed dog is okay, but no wild puppers, please! (Remember, I was almost a snack.) Cat friends? YES PLEASE! I love every cat I meet. Instant besties. Climbing skills? I have a little limp, so no counter surfing for me! But if you get me some stairs (foster mom strongly recommends), I’ll be your snuggle buddy on the couch or in bed. Personality? I promise to be the bestest boy! Can you open your heart and home to me? I’ve been through a lot, but I’m ready to love my hooman forever.