My name is Ezra Hauptman. I am a tedoodle (terrier/dachshund/poodle/other).

I was born on March 11, 2010, and adopted from Pets Unlimited in San Francisco on April 9, 2011. I was sent there after being surrendered in the East Bay. They took great care of me until my real home was ready. Pets Unlimited, which is now part of the San Francisco SPCA, is a wonderful place. My mom was a volunteer dog-walker there on Wednesdays, and she says it’s the best thing she’s ever done in her whole life. Until she met me.

My name was Fry when mom met me. I was all by myself in Dogland, sporting a spiffy little sweater with a hole in it. She couldn’t resist me, and that was that.

I am named Ezra after my mom’s Great-Aunt Esther. My name means “helper” in Hebrew. My grandma doesn’t like my name, but I think it’s cool.

I am a special-needs dog with severe anxiety. My mom didn’t know that when she adopted me, but she loves me for who I am. I wear a vest that says, “Please Don’t Pet.” It’s a good idea to pay attention to it; otherwise, my mom might trip you. It happens more than you would think.

We moved to Manhattan in 2017. It’s a big difference from San Francisco. I like to play with my stuffed Lambchops and go to Central Park, eat whipped cream and hot dogs, listen to REO Speedwagon and sleep with my mom on the couch.