

Life is good. I've mastered the housebreaking thang and I'm understanding the leash concept much better. My foster mom is surprised I'm such a quick, enthusiastic learner (should I be insulted by that?) I like to greet the day with an awesome howl (when I'm outside), which is why a friend has nicknamed me T-Bone; she thinks I'd make a great blues singer. I'm a wee bit frightened by squeaky toys, but hey, I've never had any. I'm sure I'll get into them. The adoption event Saturday was good fun. As usual, I needed to greet and love up everyone, man and beast alike, so I was a bit wilted by the end (but so were the other dogs--it was hot!) I got some great attention and we'll see what happens. My foster mom has assured me I'm a very special boy and I'll be snuggling soon with a similarly amazing family.

Hot, humid Sundays are for lounging around...