My name is Camo, and I’m a 6-month-old black and white Husky puppy, slowly growing into the dog I was always meant to be. I’m currently safe in rescue after being saved from a truly awful place—a hoarding and breeding situation that no animal should ever have to endure.

Where I came from, there were way too many of us crammed into a small space. We were dirty, scared, and constantly fighting over food. We chewed on the walls, the doors, and the baseboards because we had nothing else. We lived in our own waste. I was pooping blood. My fur was stained yellow from being soaked in filth for so long. When I was rescued, I didn’t even know what it meant to feel safe or clean or full. I didn’t know what love looked like.

But I’m learning.

Sometimes, I still flinch—because I used to be so scared that hands meant pain. But these days, I’m realizing that hands can also bring food, gentle pets, toys, and safety. My confidence is growing every day. I’ve come such a long way since those early days. I’m still shy, but I’m starting to feel more secure, and it shows.

I’m working on crate training, leash walking, and potty training. Crate and leash training are going pretty well—I’m picking those up quickly! Potty training has been a little tougher for me to grasp, because for the first several months of my life, I only knew one kind of living space: the kind where potty and sleeping spots were the same. But I am learning, and I’m trying my best. I just need a patient family who understands that it might take a little time.

Despite everything I’ve been through, I’m a sweet, gentle soul. I play so nicely and have done amazing with every dog I’ve met. They make me feel at ease, and I’d love to have a doggy friend in my forever home to help continue showing me the ropes. I’m soft in spirit, kind in nature, and I really just want to be loved.

My coat is mostly black and white, with that classic Husky charm, but you might notice a bit of yellow tint left in my fur from my old life. That will fade with time, just like the fear and the sadness. Every day I get cleaner, healthier, and stronger—in body and spirit.

I would love a backyard where I can run, stretch my legs, and just enjoy a little bit of freedom—I never had that before. A secure outdoor space to zoom and explore would make me so, so happy.

And hey—I’m a Husky, after all. That means I’m a bit of a talker. I can be chatty when I’m excited or want your attention, and I hope that makes you smile. I’ve got a lot to say after everything I’ve been through, and I’d love someone who doesn’t mind a few “awooos” here and there.

My rescue says I’ll likely stay on the smaller side for a Husky—probably around 50 lbs, based on the adults pulled from the same property. Speaking of which, did you know that as of late April, 26 Huskies (including me!) have been rescued from that hoarding situation by my rescue and another partner organization? I was one of the lucky ones to get out in time. And now… I’m ready to find the people who will help me write my next chapter.

So I’m asking: do you think you could give me a chance?

I don’t need perfection. I don’t need someone who expects me to be instantly brave or totally house-trained. I just need someone who will love me through the growing pains. Someone who will see me not for where I came from, but for the kind-hearted dog I am becoming.

I’m Camo. I’m healing. I’m learning. I’m ready.

With love and hope,
Camo

P.S. If you already have a dog who loves to play gentle and nap in sunbeams… or a backyard that’s just waiting for a Husky zoomie… I think we’re going to get along just fine.