My name is Moose. I’m only 3 years old, a sweet boxer boy, and I’m running out of time. I’ve always tried to be on my best behavior here. When people walk past my kennel, I sit quietly, wagging my tail, hoping they’ll notice me. I don’t bark. I don’t cause trouble. I just want someone to see that I’m a good dog who’s ready to love. I used to have a kennel mate — he found a family. I was happy for him, but now it’s just me, waiting and hoping. They say I’ve caught a “doggy cold.” I still feel pla