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Tennis, anyone? I'm in training for the Olympic tennis games. Wait. Are there Olympic tennis games? I don't know. Nevertheless, it's a good excuse to carry around a tennis ball in my mouth day & night. Maybe I could be a drum major, but my baton would be a tennis ball or maybe I could be a spokes dog for a sporting goods store. They would never have to pay me in money. An outlet for my kissing would be just fine with me. Traveler Joe is my name, but you can call me Trav. The Traveler part of my name came from a very long trip I made to safety. I came from a county shelter, where I spent time for running at large. Joe named me. Joe also is my namesake. Joe is more than that, though. Joe is my Angel. Angel Joe drove me (without batting an eye or making even a tiny complaint) about 1,000 miles just so I could find a home. So not only have I been given a special second chance, but I have symbolized the restoration of faith in humankind for an awful lot of people. Besides being such a sweet fellow, I'm gorgeous, too. My fur is a creamy color, and I have crystal blue eyes. I weigh 57 pounds, and it's all muscle. The first thing Pet Harbor learned about me was I'm a very loving, kissin' kinda guy. I like to ride in the driver's lap. I can share my home with children of all ages and dogs, but kitty cats and small dogs or puppies (that to me look like kitty cats) and I cannot coexist peaceably whatsoever. As far as housebreaking, I will cry when I have to go out. If you let me out, I'm so happy. If you ignore my cries, you will have a mess to clean up. Can you help Traveler Joe find a permanent place to hang his tennis hat? |