After several weeks together, foster mom and I sang each other’s praises. I loved being in a home, and I’m so grateful to her for letting me show how good I can be. I’m friendly and sweet, she said, in the yard barked only when someone walked by the gate, and on walks waited patiently while she visited with neighbors. I didn’t jump on people, never got into things around the house or dug in the yard, but I’m strong on the leash, so you should be, too. I know “sit,” “wait,” “down,” and can mind a stern “leave it.” On car rides, which I love, I sat quietly in the back seat. I’ll gladly share more of my story and all my heart with someone who’ll take me home forever. Could that be you?