I sure am enjoying this place called New England! The air is cooler up here, and the trees are starting to change all sorts of funny colors, and there's this perfect little spot by the window that (I think) my foster family made just for me. I can look outside and see the cars and people and other doggies go by. It's fascinating! Until now, I spent my whole life on the outside - looking in. I wondered what it must be like to be one of those doggies who had a safe, warm place to go in a rainstorm. I dreamed of what it would be like to have a food dish filled with yummy food every morning and every night and to really matter to someone. And now it's like my Fairy-Godmother came and granted all my wishes! (Her name is Lesley, by the way.) I'm one lucky, lucky boy. And I know it.