This year I had a wonderful vacation—a stay with my foster mom and dad. We had a great time being together. They called me gorgeous and puppy-soft, and frequently brushed my coat, which I loved. (They brushed my teeth, too, which was, well, okay.) I’m also a big fan of exercise; going on walks with them was a daily treat. Foster mom noted that I wasn’t always friendly around strangers or other dogs, but I listened to her well and responded quickly to commands. (They called me smart!) In their yard, which has a 5-foot wall, I didn’t try to get out, and inside, I showed that I’m kennel- and house-trained. Being in a happy, loving home was a dream come true. Would you give me a chance to be in yours forever?