I am already neutered, up to date with shots, good with kids, and good with dogs.
WON’T YOU COME HOME, BILL BAILEY?? WON’T YOU COME HOME? Well, at least they didn’t name me Bill. Boooooooooring! This song was sung by another Bailey—for those of you born before 1960 (I am a pop culture freak! I will help you win at Trivia—oh, yes!); her name was Pearl Bailey. At least they didn’t name me Pearl—wrong gender—waaaaay wrong!
But, ya know, the song fits. It should be entitled: Won’t You Bring Me Home, Love, Baily! Because, as you may have now surmised—Ta Duh: My name is Bailey. Just look at my picture: one ear up, one ear down, spunky, sparkly...and quite the handsome dude, like the song’s Bill Bailey. He wouldn’t come home; I WANT a home!
I am a unique Terrier mix, weigh 15 lbs.—perfect lap size—and am a most unusual brown (fancy word comin’ up: Brindle), with striking white contrast AND white feet—my spats, don’t ya know. I think I coulda been in ‘Our Gang’ comedies (see? There’s that pop culture thing again!). Look at my tuxedo chest....except it’s a brown tux. BUT a tux is a tux! I make sure it is pressed perfectly before I select my attire each AM. I am fastidious but not fussy.
I am one year old, again perfect: not a wriggly, small bladder puppy! I am ready to go, man! Or, woman. Or, dude. I am playful, with an adorable white tipped tail (you can always keep track of me in the house by my flag—my tail), love to love, and love to be loved on.
Come on home now, won’t ya. Remember, the name is Bailey, not Bill. Not Pearl. Just call out: Baaaaaaily when you arrive. You will notice me. I promise. I was a stray. Will you be my new home? I am safe now, but I need personal love. Please be the one. Fill out the app. Hurry. Baily. Not Bill.
My best to you and my future family: Bailey
If interested in this pet, please complete our online application at Ahimsa Rescue Foundation