What’s your origin story, Cowboy? I´m a true Cowboy – Concrete Cowboy that is. Me and my 7 brothers and sisters were living ‘on the range’ in a concrete ditch under a building in the Dallas Arts District. It was the winter of 2024 during a retched January freeze. We was all of 5 weeks old. Surely we was not long for an appointment with the Big Rancher in the Sky. But then some kind young filly came and fetched us up; saved us. Now at 80lbs and one year later, I’m as healthy as a horse and living high on the hog with Momma Caitlin and Aunt Melanie.

What is the story behind your breed? Not braggin’or nothin’, but we Labrador/German Shepherd mix is highly-favored among the human folk.  They love us ‘cuz we got smarts from the Shepherd side and sweetness from the Labrador side.  AND we’ze a ‘natural’ breed, not a concoction of a fancy farmer somewhere.

Any special or unusual talents/quirks? Ma says that when I run, I look like a blundering colt ‘cuz my legs is too long for my body - but they get me where I need to be, and fast. Also, I’m kinda known for my excellence at yodeling. This cowboy has a lot to say – and people need to hear it.

Any funny stories? In addition to my singing talents, I also provide clear and direct communication with my eyebrows.  You know, like when a lawman stands there lookin’ at you, not saying a word, but raising his eyebrows?  You know exactly what he’s thinking.

Proud Accomplishment? I’m proud to be a Registered Service Animal for Momma Caitlin. Where she goes, I go.  Places we’ve been so far – Florida, Colorado, North Carolinas – from the beach to them thar hills – I’m right there with her, making sure she’s safe.

Any parting words Cowboy?  Ever since I was a young buckaroo, I’ve loved connecting to the earth. I’ve even made me my very own corral in the backyard, where the grass used to be, just so’s I can pace, trace and ruminate. After a big gully washer - I get myself outside and roll around in the mud. Ah the great outdoors.

But the best part of gettin’ all dirty and cowboy’d up, is when my Ma comes to get me, cleans me up, gives me a huggin’ and hands me my lamby toy. I guess I’m just gonna keep being devoted to her the rest a’ my born days.