Jeremy, 10. Has a sweet vinyl collection and drives a ’67 Camaro. Doesn’t laugh at jokes.
Will meet you for coffee unless it’s Starbucks. Once tried to launch his own indie film fest but it got too popular & was ultimately cancelled. Claims he’s never heard of Mariah Carey.
Jeremy Tuesday, Jerbear, Jerm Worm, Fatboy, Jerminator 3000. This lad has been patiently waiting to find a place where he belongs, where he can be himself and shed his hipster ways in favor of cuddles, Netflix, and a warm home complete with as much Hobby Lobby fall decor as possible to make up for the years spent rejecting “Live, Laugh, Love” wall art. It’s true, Jeremy actually does want to live, laugh, and definitely love.
The seasons are changing, and so is Jeremy. Once a young pup with a thirst for adventure, Jeremy’s eight years in the shelter have transformed him into realizing that only one thing really matters: family.