My name is Moose. I found myself in rescue because my humans couldn’t care for me. You see my Mom was just minding her own business and along comes my Dad. Everyone says he was a “traveling salesman “, whatever that means. Then bam, 60 days later we came along. Oh yeah! There are 10 of us! The rescue is going to make sure my Mom sees a vet so she won’t have to worry about having any more pups. We on the other hand, are looking for special families that will spoil us rotten. My rescue can send you pictures of my sisters and brothers. My foster mom says I’m really sweet! I will be your best friend!