My name is Jon. I'll be a year in July. In October my breeder sold me to a woman she thought would love and care for me. In December, by God's grace, the woman brought me back claiming I was an unhealthy dog. Seeing me fall when I was barely touched and knowing the dog I had been, my breeder took me beck.
Since having me home for several months and having a vet work with me, they finally figured out that i had been kenneled in a space to small for me to even stand in. Because I lied primarily on one side one side is weaker than the other.
I can run, I can walk, I love to play, but my breeder is to ill to give me the continued therapy I need to fully recover. I won't disappoint you with giving love. I am a gentle loving dog who needs a new home.