This sweet boy came home to me depressed and stressed. His name was promptly changed from Scrappy Doo to Clarence, named after my Dad.
Clary was unsure when he first came home to us but rapidly fit in after a little guidance from me. He learned that he was safe and warm, had good food, a friendly resident dog, Ginny Bug, and even doggy friends who he loved to visit with. He never made a sound. I think his vocal cords had been clipped.
Clarence loved everyone he met. He was blessed by Deacon Dennis! I only had Clary for 4 months, and he was put to sleep right before the Covid lockdowns in early 2020.
I miss him still. You were a very good boy Clarence!