My wife found Jeff at an apartment building near the University Target in Little Rock. She was, in keeping with her character, helping a homeless couple get moved into an apartment when she spied a tiny little furry baby with no home to protect him from heat or traffic or an oncoming storm, and she thought well, that won’t do. So now Jeff is here with us.

He is skin and bones and covered in sores. He is a baby. He still has puppy breath, my favorite smell on the entire planet. And he is as sweet as he can be.

We are only fostering. Among many other practical considerations, Mugsy is NOT HAPPY. We have talked to a few rescues, and they are all understaffed and overextended. We have stressed that we will care for him and pay for everything, we just need their websites, full stop.

So I’m spreading the word here too. If you are anywhere near central Arkansas and would like a very sweet baby boy with puppy breath who has so much love to give to a cruel and uncaring world, hit me up at the gmail.