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The shelter calls me Buster. I know that wasn't my name before, but I guess I'll keep it since my family isn't coming to get me out of this dreaded place. How did I end up here you ask? Well, my nose kind of took over sometime last week and before I knew it, I was lost. When I was picked up from roaming the streets, I was stuffed into a tiny space in the back of a truck. The cage was flooded with  smells from other dogs. When the truck stopped, I hopped out and immediatly sunk to the cold concrete. I didn't have a choice, I had to go inside. Instead of walking in, I crawled in on my tummy. This place is scary and I really need to get out of here. Ask the shelter humans, I'm always crouched in the corner of my kennel. With all of that said, I guess you want to know a few details about myself, right? Well, I'm a 4-5 year old, Blue Nose Pit. I know that doesn't tell you much does it? Okay, I am also a little gentlemen; gentle being the key word there. wink emoticon Also, I am a hugger. Not the kind that leans into your legs and waits for the human to bend down. I actually meet you halfway meaning, I climb up just enough to wrap my legs around your waist. I can stand like that for minutes on end. Is that enough to make someone want to run in here and take me home? I really hope so. If you do decide you want to meet me, please call the shelter. 918-825-7172