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King the Chiweenie shows off pearly whites, seeks furever home

King the Chiweenie shows off pearly whites, seeks furever home

Yahoo09-05-2025
WICHITA COUNTY (KFDX/KJTL) — One sweet Chiweenie from the Humane Society of Wichita County visited the studio and hopes to find his forever home.
Meet King! This sweet boy is only around 4 years old and has so much love to offer. He loves showing off his pearly whites as he softly chomps at everything that comes his way; think of it as a greeting.
King also loves to play with any soft toy and he loves to cuddle too! He would do great with other dogs, cats and older children.
If you are interested in King or any of his other friends at the HSWC, contact them at (940) 855-4941.
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