My name is Bullet!

WANTED: One Human Sidekick for Walks, Brushing Sessions, and Emotional Healing (Snaccs Included)

Hey. I’m Bullet.
Not named for speed (but I am fast).
Not named for drama (but yeah, my story’s got some).
It’s because life fired some tough shots, and I’m still here. Standing tall. Smiling. Waiting for you.

Let’s rewind.
I spent nine long months in a shelter.
Nobody came. Nobody called.
And then—just when it looked like my story would end—I got out.

Plot twist: I got rescued.
And now? I’m in Illinois, fully neutered, fully vetted, and fully ready.

I’m a 6-year-old German Shepherd mix with the floof of a prince and the soul of a survivor. I’m about 55 pounds of loyalty, sweetness, and snack-driven enthusiasm.

Here’s what I bring to the party:

Affection expert. Sit down for a second and I’ll turn it into a cuddle contract.
Dog-friendly. Good vibes only. I haven’t met cats, but we can test if needed.
Brushing sessions? Love 'em. I treat grooming like a spa day.
Kid snack patrol? Absolutely. I will Roomba your floors if your toddler drops a Cheerio.
Walk-ready. I’ve got solid leash manners and medium energy.
Food critic. Got fries? Let’s discuss sauce pairings. Let’s live a little.

People say I’m gentle. Social. Easy to love. I believe them.
I just need someone who believes in me.

I’ve made it this far—what I want now is forever.
A soft bed. A steady hand. A person to call mine.

Apply to foster or adopt me!