Meet the PSA Pets

I'm a pound puppy mix of pure fabulousness. Technically an accident (rude), but let’s call it a divine detour. I was scooped up on a random ride home from a UGA game to “help transport” my brothers from Atlanta… and, well, let’s just say I transported myself straight into a forever home. Sorry not sorry!

I live for electric blankets, golf cart rides, and glamping — emphasis on the glam. I also have a slight obsession with feathers. Yes, that includes chickens. Don’t judge my interests.

Balloons and thunderstorms? Absolutely not. I have standards.

Reigning Champion of the Sea Island Reign Dog Parade — an event benefiting the local Humane Society and giving me a well-deserved platform to shine. I'm basically charity with fur.

Now, I know I’m a dog, but spiritually? I’m a baby. I demand to be held like one, sleep in the bed like one, and yes, I will drink from a bottle if the mood strikes. It’s called commitment to the bit.

Was I born to be an only child? Obviously. But now I share my spotlight with the girls, twins, and KitCat (jury's still out), and I’ve adjusted like a true professional.

I’m a rare gem — literally. Female orange cats are unusual, but then again, so am I. I’m about 2 years old, weigh in at a petite 6 pounds (all attitude), and I appeared — no exaggeration — like a Thanksgiving miracle. One minute, the doorstep was empty. The next.. Poof! There I was. Dropped from heaven with perfect timing and excellent fur.

By day, I’m an outdoor explorer. I clock in around 9 a.m., do my rounds, patrol the grounds, keep the squirrels humble — and return home like a respectable lady before dark. I move swiftly because I'm a "swiftie". Yes, I go to the door when I’m ready. Like a dog. Because plot twist: I kind of act like one.

This was my humans’ first kitty experience — and let’s just say, I made believers out of them. They're totally smitten. How could they not be?

Hi there! I’m a fluffy blend of Pomeranian, Chow, and Aussie — a one-of-a-kind mix with a whole lot of heart.
I was rescued in 2017, and ever since, I’ve been living my best life. I’m all about beach days, breezy car rides, and quality time with my beloved rubber donut toy. Oh, and bandanas? Always. A stylish pup is a confident pup.

I’ve also been told I’m very photogenic — some might say I was born to model. Whether it’s golden hour on the beach or a casual couch pose, I know my angles.

I take my routine seriously — meals on time, treats for tricks, and don’t even think about skipping my night-night cookie. I’ll give you the look.

I’m a hugger, too — lean in, and I’ll rest my head on you like we’ve been best friends forever.

I’ve got a big soft spot for Issy 💕 and, yes, I can be a little stubborn. But underneath it all, I’m nothing but love, loyalty, and cuddle energy.

You can call me San-Man, Sanfy, or Darling Angel. I’ll usually come running — especially if there’s a treat in it for me.

Oh hey, we’re the golden twins — born on the 4th of July, and we’ve spent almost 3 years spreading adorable chaos, staging snack heists, and redefining what it means to be a “retriever.” (Spoiler alert: we don’t fetch. We don’t care about tennis balls. At all.)

We’re the least retrievery golden retrievers to ever golden — no interest in your ball games, thanks. But give us a stuffed lamb chop and we’ll dig the squeaker out like it owes us money.

Backstory? Kathryn’s roommate’s dog had three pups, and we snagged the coveted twin spots. Our brother Bunker chills with Uncle, but we’ve been stuck together since the womb and plan to keep it that way. Separate us and we spiral.

We’re beach bums by day, ice cube crunchers by choice, and cheeseburger bandits by trade. We roll in mud with passion — until our rude parents installed artificial turf. Now we just eat rocks in protest.

Bath time? We love it. Blow dryers? Living for the spa life. Cuddles? Aggressive. We cuddle harder than you.

Basically, we’re chaos wrapped in sunshine. And we’re not sorry.

Rescued from a box at 6 weeks old, now reigning queen of my castle.
My Human's Secret Keeper — I’ve heard it all, but I’m not spilling.
Fearless defender: ready to throw down with any dog, big or small.
Human food enthusiast — your snacks are basically mine.

Warning: I don’t do “people” (except Heidi, my favorite human overlord).
I demand attention only on my terms — AKA when I feel like it.
Can’t be bothered with your BS. I’m a diva, not a doormat.