Christopher Ricks
After 132 days of dramatic sighs, Oscar-worthy sad stares, and perfecting the art of looking tragically adorable behind kennel bars, Bumpus —part boxer, part mystery meat—finally hustled his way out of the shelter and into a living room with unlimited snacks and questionable boundaries. Within hours, he’d claimed the couch, gaslit the cat, and convinced his new human that “walk” is a legally binding contract. Once a shelter underdog, Bumpus now reigns as Supreme Commander of Treat Procurement and Chief Executive of Belly Rubs, proving once and for all that the goodest boys always get the last laugh—and the last bite.