Meet Sarge — aka Sarg-ento, aka 73 pounds of enthusiasm.
Sarge doesn’t walk into a room—he launches. Think: furry missile. Target: you. Impact zone: wherever he lands. Consent? Implied. Survival? Optional.
Now here’s the plot twist—this absolute chaos goblin is wicked smart. Like, “he could probably do your taxes if he had thumbs” smart. He knows heel, sit, down, stay, look, place, waits at doorways like a polite Victorian gentleman… and then immediately forgets all of that because YOU EXIST and that is simply too exciting to handle. Trainers love him. Volunteers adore him.
Sarge is your dream adventure buddy if your dream includes cardio you didn’t consent to. Hiking? He’s already packed. He’s got energy for days and needs a human who can keep up—or at least pretend to...