I'm Gift or Present...no wait, I'm Wally. Yeah, that's it. I was called "gift" and "present" before they started saying Wally over and over again. My previous family slapped a bow on my head and handed me over to some kids that loved me the first couple of days. Man, they had EVERYTHING. I felt like I was in the best place in the world. I chewed on shoes, toys and other things that were on the floor, all left for me. After being called "bad dog" and "NO," that's when they booted me to the backyard. I never saw the tiny humans and the mom and dad person would only come out to fill my food dish. It got pretty lonely and BORING, so I took matters into my own hands. I kept myself busy by digging to China, chewing on stuff that was left out for me, I found holes to squeeze through in the fence...I was a busy guy. One day, however, the humans came out, called me "bad dog" again and brought me here, to the shelter. I can tell you one thing, I get lots of attention over here, way more than I did back home. I guess that's why I'm writing this, I need a family who will treat me like a member of the family and not throw me to the backyard by myself and expect perfection. Here's the stats: I'm Wally. You knew that already. I'm a 10 month old, terrier mix with LOTS of potential. I am picking up on manners quickly; it's easy, just keep those treats coming! Also, I've got some moves. I'm a great dancer and break out these mad skills when treats are involved. Alright, that's all you get. Time for the next dog to write a bio. Call me! 918-825-7172