My name is Eleanor Pitsby!

They call me Eleanor Pitsby.
I’m not some fragile little flower — I’m built strong, like a good story that gets better with time.

I’m a patchwork of white and brindle, with a face full of expression and a body made for living life, not posing for it. I carry my miles with pride — every wag, every wrinkle, every little freckle written in along the way.
If you’re looking for polished and perfect, keep on moving.
But if you’re looking for heart, grit, and a whole lot of soul, then pull up a chair.

I still get the zoomies when the mood hits. I love a good sunbeam, a soft couch, and a slow stroll where nobody’s in a hurry to be anywhere but together.
I’m the kind of dog who doesn’t ask for much — just a human who knows a good thing when they see it.

I get along with just about everybody — big dogs, little dogs, young, old. I’ve learned that life’s better when you just get along and save your energy for the good stuff.

I’m not here to be complicated.
I’m here to live easy, love steady, and make your days a little better just by being in them.

Name’s Eleanor.
Hope you’ll come sit a while.