I used to live deep in the woods in a pile of plywood and garbage with three other dogs. Every day was a struggle. We had to cross a dangerous road each time we left our makeshift home to get food or water. We always made it, but who knows what would have happened if those nice people hadn't stopped and taken us in. My two friends have found their homes and I am hoping to find mine too. Now I live in a foster home. The first few days with my foster family were difficult. I never had a family that cared about me and I was never house trained or taught commands. Now, I am proud to say that I have zero accidents in the house and I know exactly what to do when my foster mom says, "sit"! I'm hoping to find a great forever family who can help me learn even more and who I can love for a long, long time.