Ready to be Boo'd Up? Read the Terms and Conditions First.
Alright, let's cut the crap. My name is Boo, and I'm the gorgeous, 41-pound handful of chaos you've been scrolling for. You see my face. I'm a 12/10, and I know it. But I'm not looking for someone to whisper sweet nothings. I'm conducting interviews for a human servant, and the standards are high.
My story? Found on a cold street, looking like something the cat dragged in. A superhero foster mom cleaned me up, and now I'm here, a certified masterpiece. But the streets left me with some... let's call them "strong opinions."
My Non-Negotiable Terms:
Think You Have What It Takes?
Look, I'm a project. A fixer-upper. A spicy meatball that might give you heartburn. Finding a home has been tough because most people want a plug-and-play dog, and I am custom, high-maintenance hardware.
If you're a timid, first-time owner who wants a dog that will fawn over you instantly, keep scrolling. I'm not the one.
But if you're a dog-savvy adult who isn't scared of a challenge... if you hear "resource guarding" and think "game on"... if you're looking for a fiercely loyal, ridiculously smart, and endlessly entertaining partner-in-crime... then maybe you're my kind of crazy.
Submit your application. I'll have my people (me) review it. Don't waste my time.
