World, may I present to you Prince Owly.
This dear little fellow’s life had been, until March, a complete pain in the butt. Now, Prince Owly is a bit shy about this fact and asked me to be discrete, but you should know that when he arrived at Tree House a few months ago, he did so dehydrated, underweight, and with terrible injuries to his, um, popo. (Read:anus.)
I know, it’s not glamorous, and Tree House wasn’t sure he was going to make it, but Owly is a fighter and this little guy pulled through! He also pooped through – the lobby, the crate, the afternoon meal…. You see, his injuries have left Prince Owly fecally incontinent. (I didn’t make that phrase up.)
BUT WAIT! I have word that just recently, P. Owly “used the litter box with purpose!” Such a wonderful descriptive phrase to tell you that his injury may not prevent him from coloring within the lines for the rest of his life, if you know what I mean. He is showing great improvement and coming off his meds and his progress is right on target, if you catch my drift. With such a wonderful little face and a desire to use the box to drop his deuces, can you really afford NOT to adopt Prince Owly?
If you’d like to meet him, contact Tree House right away. Hurry!
PS. Our last bachelor Bennifur has found his home!!!