A little about me...
Being diagnosed with PTSD I felt like I was walking out on life, I was thinking bout a rat terrier that I saw on line. He was already taken by the time I arrived. I spotted JoJo laying on the bed all by his self, his ears were down, he was looking at nothing he looked like I felt, he was mean aggressive and a biter & had a very bad intake report, in fact he could not even be examined until he was sedated while being neutered. But anyway I spent about 1/2 hr. with him, I had some beef nuggets for a just in case, after the visit I told them I wanted to start the adoption process. The next day I came to visit him again,like the day before, laying on the bed. I tapped on the glass ! he recognized me! he jumped up ! ran to the window. I spent some time with him and he snapped at me a few times too. The third day I picked him up after being neutered. He keeps my senior Yorky Fred company.JoJo is enjoying the life of the mountains the ocean and desert, traveling in an RV full time. He is a Successful rescue support companion, when I sit down at my dinner table he has a chair at the table also along with Fred.