Xolo

It's Olympics season and that means you need to dream big. And by big, how about 80 pounds of handsome good boy? Let me introduce myself. I'm Xolo; you say it Zo-lo. I'm looking for a family with room in their lives and home for a big man. My foster dad says I'm a goofball, but I think I just like to have fun. The good thing is I have all the basic Olympic skills down. I am crate trained when my foster family is gone, I know to do my business outside, and I sleep well through the night in their room. I would prefer to sleep on the bed with them but so far they haven't been willing to let me up there. I'll keep trying. I'm learning to walk better on a leash but they say I don't quite understand how strong I am so I'll need my new people to help me continue to learn. And when I say I am strong, I mean Olympic strong, so until I get tired, walking me may not be the best option unless you are also Olympic strong. My gold winning home would ideally be as an only dog or maybe with a nice girl friend. I like to be the man in charge and a friend would need to understand that. I've mentioned I'm strong, right? That comes across when I'm wrestling and playing too. I can get pretty rough and need to be reminded to settle down. But at the end of the day, I am incredibly loving, surprisingly gentle, and I will stand at the top of the podium in your heart. I just need the right home to accommodate a dog of my size and strength.