Lois
Name Lois
Gender Female
Age 4-8 years old (As of 3/24/2026)
Breed Terrier mix
Weight 10-11lbs.
Dog Good with dogs
Cat N/A
Kids Good with kids
Crate-trained Good in crate
Housebroken In training
Leash Good on leash
Adoption fee $650
Location Fostered in Pleasanton, CA
Hi. I’m Lois. Well… that’s what they call me now. I don’t remember what I was called before the shelter. I remember streets, and smells, and always being a little too hungry. I remember my fur—long and tangled, pulling at my skin every time I moved. I remember being tired.
Then one day, everything changed.
They said I was a stray. They guessed I was eight years old. Eight! I mean, excuse me—I may be small, but I am not that seasoned. My vet agrees. I’m about four, thank you very much. Young, spry, and very much in my prime.
The shelter tried to help me. They really did. But… let’s just say my glow-up is “in progress.” My long hair was so matted they had to shave me down. And wow—what a shave job. Patchy, uneven, a little… avant-garde. My foster mom took one look at me and said, “Oh Lois… you are going to be beautiful when this grows out.” And you know what? I believe her.
Underneath the questionable haircut, I’m a soft gray girl with white markings. I’ve got one white foot, which earned me the nickname “Boot.” I don’t hate it. It makes me sound fast.
As for what I am… your guess is as good as mine. Officially? Small mixed breed. Unofficially? If you squint, maybe there’s some Shih Tzu in there. Maybe some terrier. A dash of Chihuahua? Could be. Honestly, if “cute” were a breed… that’s me.
I’m currently maintaining a very respectable figure—just under 11 pounds. Compact. Efficient. Mighty.
Now, I did come with a few… starter issues. A little upper respiratory infection, a skin infection—nothing glamorous. But I’m on the mend, and let me tell you, I am thriving. Turns out, with a warm bed, good food, and someone who kisses you on the head, life gets better fast.
And speaking of kisses—I give them. A lot. If you sit down, I’m in your lap. If your face is within reach, you’re getting smooches. I am what they call a “lap lizard,” and I take that role very seriously.
I also take naps very seriously. But don’t get it twisted—I’m spunky. I love to play. I might be small, but I can absolutely hold my own with bigger dogs. Once I get to know them, I’m all in—zoomies, wrestling, the works. I’ve got confidence.
I’m also proud to report I’ve got some solid life skills: I’m crate trained (I actually don’t mind my cozy little den), and I’m potty trained when I’ve got access to an open dog door—just don’t ask me to go out in the rain. I have standards.
Car rides? Love them. No barfing, no drama—I just chill in the back seat like a seasoned traveler, watching the world go by.
Kids? Love them.
Cats? Jury’s out. Never met one. Could be a friend. We’ll see.
Now… we do need to discuss one thing. Squirrels. They are my nemesis. I am currently in training to “chill” about them, as my foster mom says. Personally, I think my reactions are justified. But I’m working on it. Growth is important.
So that’s me. Lois. Boot. Small mixed breed. Certified adorable. Slightly dramatic about weather.
If you’re thinking, “Wow, she sounds perfect,”—you’re right. But listen carefully: my foster mom is very picky. If you want to meet me, you better bring your A-game on that application. We’re looking for the real deal here. Someone who appreciates naps, kisses, and a small but mighty queen with a slightly questionable haircut (for now).
Trust me… I’m worth it.
