Meet Magoo

Hi, I’m Magoo. You know, as in Mr. Magoo. My eyesight? Let’s just say my namesake has nothing on me. Luckily, my nose (much smaller and cuter than his) works just fine. Drop a treat anywhere within the zip code, and I’ll have it located before you finish saying, “Where did it go?” At 11 years young, I’ve perfected the art of looking ridiculously handsome—people tell me I’m the canine version of arm candy, but frankly, that doesn’t sound appealing to me. I’m too interested in life to stay still too long. Like the other Mr. Magoo, I live each day like I can see everything, blissfully unaware of obstacles and absolutely certain I know exactly where I’m going… especially if snacks are involved. Some dogs need perfect vision to enjoy life. I just need my nose, a few treats, and someone who appreciates a lovable, fun loving, debonair senior.