My name is Trooper, the newest member to the Butte Humane Society family. I’ll be representing as the shelter’s mascot. I’m a super-trooper fan of spay & neuter services, so keep your whiskers on high alert for any pets that don’t want to parent a litter of lickers to feed!
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Hey there. I’m Grumpy. I’m about 45 years old, but humans like to keep me young by saying I’m 7 years old, according to their math. I came to the shelter as a stray, but frankly, I didn’t care to go home with any adopters because they kept putting their hands all over me like some sort of pet. So the staff here at the shelter decided to hire me to keep an eye on the place and to test new dogs. I don’t take any bark from dogs and I’m not afraid to give them a little whop in the jaw if they try to scare me. The staff says this way they can see how well a new dog can handle being in a family that has cats. Whatever.
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Hiya. My name is Valerie. My story is similar to Grumpy’s. I’m 45 by my calculations, and wasn’t so happy being around other people and cats all the time, so the staff gave me a home in the warehouse. I’m a good mouser and generally like to be alone, but I have a purrfect appreciation for the occasional visit. If you sit with me and rub my ears, I’ll cuddle into your neck and make biscuits on your shoulder. I have a good life.
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Awoofa. I’m Boomer. I came to the shelter as a stray back in the mid-1980s, but found a really great family to adopt me. One night, I helped my new family in an emergency and I received a national “Canine Hero of the Year” award for that. I believe my sole purpose in life was to save this loving family because a month after I got the award, I passed on. Now the shelter keeps my memory alive and I’m here to keep saving lives by encouraging adoptions.
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by Sarah Brown