Hi. My name is Clem and I’m waiting for you in South Carolina’s lowcountry. My shelter paper listed me as Clebume. Foster mom said no, Clem it is. She says Clem is a good name for an old man like me. I wonder if she knows she is no spring chicken. My life is simple. I get up, have breakfast, go for a stroll with my pals Sammy and Winston, then follow the old chicken around to see if she is going to feed me again. That never happens so I spend time in the fenced yard investigating and lying in a bed on the porch watching the birds. The rest of the day is reserved for napping once I have nested my soft fleece blanket to my satisfaction. Not too shabby.

I like people, dogs, and cats. I am a little jumpy about the harness being slipped over my head, but I am leash trained. I love to go for leisurely walks as I like to stop and smell all the roses. I go outside frequently with Sammy and Winston, so I never need to ask to go out. I am about 10-12 years old, weigh 20 lbs., and have natural ears and a cute tail with a hook in it.


My hearing and eyesight are not that of a spring chicken, but I can hear the porch door opening and see the food bowls being picked up! The important things. I have some arthritis but the doctor gave me an injection so I can trot on my strolls. I have a heart murmur that requires a little medicine… it helps the love keep on ticking. And my pearly grays will soon be pearly white as I’m getting a present called a dental. I am a sweet boy looking for a sweet home. Is it yours?