When I first got to my foster home I was very scared and very sick. I was so weak I could not even walk up a few stairs. For the first few days I just slept in my crate not wanting anyone to touch me. After a few days of my foster Mom giving me food, water and treats I got a little less scared of her. In fact I have become very attached to her. She has taught me how to play, take treats gently, that a humans touch can feel really nice especially a butt scratch.
Over the last few months I have come out of my shell. I am getting braver with the rest of the humans in the house however I prefer girls over men. My foster Dad can take me out and I will come in when he calls me but I like it better when Mom comes out with me. Now I run and jump up and down the stairs. I run and jump all over the backyard. I really like to run and jump around. Life is good and everyday I enjoy it.