Meet Scamp the Tramp! I call him a Rastafarian dog and I suspect he’s got some DNA from Keith Richards too! Scamp was found as a stray on the mean streets of Compton & I rescued him at his last hour from a Los Angeles animal shelter. His black body hair does not grow & no matter how many trips to the groomer, Scamp’s hair naturally grows gray dreadlocks down his back all the way to his tail. No amount of hair conditioner can calm down his tresses!
Scamp seemed destined for more than his life on Compton’s mean streets! Like Bob Marley, Scamp embodies the song “One Love” in his job as a pet therapist for the past seven years. Scamp visits Sebastopol Senior Center, bringing his wagging tail & instant smiles. The seniors like to guess what kind of dog he is and write stories about him. Scamp is also a reading dog volunteering weekly listening to first graders read stories to him. His favorite book is Go Dog Go. He crawls in the kid’s laps to listen, and they call him a fuzzy watermelon. Scamp represents the Humane Society of Sonoma County in the kissing booth greeting the public at all their outreach events promoting shelter adoptions. Scamp is also a loving uncle to dozens of shelter foster kittens, letting them play in his fur and giving them baths.
