Lars

is his name. Handsome and brave.

This morning, I was able to hold his head with one hand under it, scratching his chin, the other hand scratching his ears and the top of his head. He wagged softly. He let me brush him while he ate his food, and then I even lifted his paws to see why he limps a bit--the centers of his front paw pads are worn down and bleeding, I think just from being on the run so long! Poor little thing.

Next steps: bath, vet.