Rhode Island, we have discovered a dog assembled entirely from marshmallows and a very suspicious butt roll.
Meet Trawler. He is ridiculously squishy, great with other dogs, and apparently under the impression that personal space is a violation of his constitutional rights.
Named after the old Trawler in Newport, a place that holds a special spot in our Rhode Island hearts.
Our wonderful foster mom Lisa stopped by to pick up Georgette’s 2 remaining VERY LARGE puppies, who are still available for adoption. Then she met Trawler. That was her first mistake.
Trawler immediately appointed Lisa his emotional support human, personal massage therapist, and legal next of kin.
His rear end has its own personality. We’ve watched this video 108 times. Productivity has collapsed.
Beyond his spectacular backside, Trawler is an absolute sweetheart who adores affection, gets along wonderfully with other dogs, and would happily spend his days glued to someone who loves him.
Fair warning: He sheds. We all took turns cuddling him and left looking like we’d wrestled a polar bear. He is worth every hair and BLACK CLOTHING IS OVERRATED.
P.S. Lisa, we apologize. You came for two puppies and somehow got physically adopted by a grown man named Trawler. Our legal department believes the hug was binding.