My name is Beckham. And somehow, I am still waiting.

When I was just a tiny puppy, me and my siblings were dumped like trash — shoved into a box and left at a dumpster. We were hungry and terrified. Too young to understand why someone didn’t want us. Too little to do anything but wait and hope someone would find us before it was too late.

My rescue stepped in and saved our lives that day. They picked up the pieces of our broken beginning and gave us warmth, safety, and a second chance. They promised us love. They promised us forever homes.

And for my siblings, that promise came true.

One by one, they were adopted — whisked off to homes where they were celebrated, adored, and never had to wonder if they’d be thrown away again.

But not me.

I don’t know why. I watched each of my littermates leave. I watched them meet their families. I watched them grow up with someone to love them. And I waited. And waited. And waited.

I’m still waiting.

I’m almost a year old now — a happy, silly, lovable pittie mix with a huge heart and a wild puppy spirit. I’ve grown up in rescue. That’s all I’ve ever known. And while I’ve been safe, what I really want is a home of my own. A couch of my own. A human of my own.

I’m still working on house training and crate training, but I’m trying my best every day. I love toys — especially the big, tough ones that can keep up with me. I’m goofy, clumsy, and full of personality. The kind of dog that will have you laughing while I trip over my own paws or make a nest out of your laundry. I’m also the kind of dog that just wants to curl up in your lap at the end of the day, because no matter how big I get, I still think I’m your baby.

I’ve already been thrown away once. I’ve already been passed over more times than I can count. But I still believe there’s someone out there for me — someone who will see past the fact that I wasn’t the first choice, and realize I was the rightchoice all along.

I am neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. I am healthy, strong, and ready to go home. All I need now is someone to say yes. Someone to choose me.

Please don’t scroll past me. Don’t let me grow up wondering why I wasn’t good enough.

Love,
Beckham