My name is Gator (FOSTERED LOCALLY)!

MEET GATOR: MENACE. MEATBALL. MIRACLE POOPER.

Looking for a dog who feels slightly unhinged, deeply opinionated, and built like a sentient cinder block? Congratulations. You’ve found Gator.

Gator is about 9 months old, vertically challenged but horizontally… formidable. He’s short, stocky, and so dense he might bend space-time if he runs into you at full speed. Think: jacked toddler bodybuilder. He’ll only come up to about a child’s knee, but don’t let that fool you — this man is SOLID.

Now let’s address the elephant (or… situation) in the room. Gator has had a rough start in life, including a medical saga involving his hind end that we’ll summarize as: it was bad, don’t Google it, you’ve been warned. After multiple vet interventions, Gator has achieved the dream — he can now poop like a normal, functioning member of society. Truly inspirational.

Personality-wise? Oh boy.

Mouthy (his love language is teeth, gently applied)

Recently neutered, so we’re all praying the humping era is nearing its finale

Confident, bold, and absolutely convinced he runs the household

Will gladly volunteer to be your full-time man baby

One volunteer is convinced Gator hails from a thicccc southern backwoods town and speaks exclusively in a slow, dramatic southern drawl. Imagine him sighing heavily before saying, “Ma’am… I simply require attention right now.” That’s the vibe.

Despite his chaos, Gator is ridiculously charming, resilient, and ready to live his best spoiled-dog life. He’s the kind of dog who will make you laugh daily, test your patience hourly, and somehow still end up asleep on your couch like he pays rent.

Ideal home: Someone with a sense of humor, sturdy furniture, and an appreciation for compact units of pure nonsense. If you’ve ever wanted a dog who feels like a feral frat boy trapped in a meatball body — Gator is your guy.

Apply now. Gator is waiting. Judging you. Probably humping something.

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