He’s our little chonk. Was on “the list” at a city shelter when a rescue got him. He’d been a stray for quite a while, to judge by scars, weight, and polished footpads. Now his heeler stubborness comes out in determinedly refusing to do anything that isn’t relaxing. Our lifestyle is compatible, so he mostly only has to leave when he goes to the vet. To see him come out of shell and start feeling entitled to simply being loved has been very gratifying, though.