As told to Margaret Koenig
Hello there! I’m Palouse—an unusual name for a dog, but in my case, a very fitting one. I was found in the Palouse region in eastern Washington, an area known for its rolling hills of wheat. In mid-summer before the harvest, the hills perfectly match the color of my coat. As a terrier mix with expressive eyebrows, fiery brown eyes and a tufted beard, people often say I closely resemble the Fantastic Mr. Fox from the Wes Anderson film. In 2020, when I was six months old, Callan adopted me from Adam’s County Pet Rescue in Othello, Washington, and we only recently moved to Menlo Park. While I miss the snow in Washington, I’ve found that when it comes to the great outdoors, the Peninsula has an awful lot to offer. I’m an avid hiker, swimmer, kayaker and chaser who’s always up for an adventure—a recent favorite is hiking Windy Hill Open Space Preserve. Callan says I’m incredibly sweet and loving, but I do have a bit of a naughty streak: I’m an opportunistic counter-surfer who once managed to steal an entire steak. And I’ll admit, I do find it amusing to dry myself off on the nearest human after I go for a swim. Let’s just say that with me around, life is never dull!
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