My name is Hans. I had a family and then I didn’t have a family. They forgot I exist apparently because not one of them has called to get me outta here. They took the time to train me, they took me in for the big snip and took really good care of me….until now. I was wandering around when the cops nabbed me. Get in the truck, they said. We’ll have a great time, they said. Ha, you people have jokes. There’s nothing fun about this place. I’m a 70lbs Weimaraner/Mastiff mix that can say with confidence, this place is no picnic and I know picnics….this isn’t it. I’m only a 2 year old, fun-loving giant. If you’ve been looking for one of those, I’m your guy.