20/03/2026
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Iggy — two years old, impeccably underbited, and frankly baffled by my current situation.
Seven months. SEVEN. I arrived in rescue with a broken leg, which I have since fully healed (you're welcome), and in that time I have been nothing but charming, compact, and relentlessly adorable. I walked on a leash. I used the correct outdoor facilities. I made friends with every dog I met — big ones, small ones, all of them. I found every sunbeam in every room. I looked photogenic. And yet, here I remain.
I am a two-year-old Puggle/Chug with a pug underbite so distinguished it deserves its own fan club. I am travel-sized. I am fully house and crate trained, though between us, I prefer the bed — I'm open to negotiation. I walk beautifully on a leash. I get along with dogs of all shapes and sizes. I love the warm sun with my whole little soul.
I ask only for a cozy spot, someone to follow from room to room like a very small devoted shadow, and ideally a patch of sunlight by a window. I don't know what more you want from me. But I suspect it's more sun. I can do more sun.
Come meet Iggy and solve the great mystery of why he's still here. We think the answer will be obvious the moment you see that face. 🐾