My name is Tessa and I have a beautiful sable coat. I am around 3-4 years old and I am a friendly gal. Some people say that I am 'reserved' which I think is fancy talk for 'I'm my own gal'. Actually, I think it is rather elegant to be reserved. It means I have a sense of smarts about myself, an air of sophistication. But the truth is I am like the other dogs in the shelter, looking for a forever home, people who will love me and who I will be able to love in return. Isn't that what life is all about anyway?