Commander Jasper: The 2.5 year old, Submarine Shepherd Extraordinaire! Before diving into my tale, picture a suave shepherd who, if he tried, could double as a submarine. That's right—submarine meets dog. My foster dad claims I'm a spitting image, especially when I embark on covert missions under the bed. Seen too many action movies? Guilty. My backstory reads like an epic quest: I once roamed the streets, suitcase of hidden tricks in tow (okay, not really, but imagine if dogs had suitcases!). When I landed in my foster haven, out came my Harvard-level doggy skills: 'sit,' 'stay,' and the very prestigious 'shake.' But then, Dad introduced 'wait' and the magical 'go potty.' I'm basically a prodigy. Kiddos? The universe's gift to dogs! Bursting with giggles and endless fun, they're my kind of play coordinators. Now, speaking of play, my fur-bro and I are pioneers of "keep away." Think soccer, but furrier and cuter. But my true superpower? The post-play snuggle session. I offer, hands down, the best cuddles this side of Raleigh. Now, while I'm mostly flawless (I mean, look at this bio, right?), my leash manners are...a work in progress. Picture this: a world so exciting that I occasionally forget the leash and the human attached to it. Oops. And cats? I'm convinced they're Earth's version of UFOs—utterly fascinating and a tad mysterious. Tennis balls and I? It's an epic saga. Every ball meets its brave, heroic end in our play sessions. But in their short life, they knew joy, purpose, and the inside of my mouth. What more could a tennis ball want? In a nutshell: I'm a whirlwind of energy, a dash of playful mischief, and a huge dollop of love. My foster humans say I'm pretty special, and who am I to argue? If you think your life needs a submarine-commanding, monster-hunting, top-tier snuggler, hit me up! Dive into an application at www.freedomgermanshepherdrescue.org.