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I’m called a lot of names, but the one that stands out and is said the most is Esme. I’m also called sweet, gorgeous, calm, wonderful…I think you get it. My nose got the best of me one day and I ended up at the shelter. My family hasn’t come looking for me, I’m not sure why. It would be nice if they would because this place is scary, loud and full of smells I don’t like. My first few days here was awful. When someone opened my cage, I would crawl out. When it was time to walk on the leash, I sunk to the floor. Now, I’m a little more comfortable here, maybe too comfortable. I’ve been here too long; I need to go home. I’ve had a couple birthdays, I’m Anatolian Shepherd mixed with…not totally sure, I have a pretty diamond on my head, I’m a great hugger and I’m just amazing. Looking for an Esme? I’m right here!