Dear DCH, I am very happy in my new home; my people are very nice to me, only I wish that my new mum wouldn't wash me with a damp towelling mitten every morning. The rubbing bit is nice (especially on my belly) but it takes away my stink and I like my stink! I almost have two homes because the old man next door gives me biscuits and talks to me everyday and the lady cuddles me - they gave me a bed too and now I have my own room built under the house where I can hear when my people are waking up, and the birds and cats can't get my bones. (I get a bone at bed time every night!!)

My family give me lots of presents, I have my own daytime bed inside the house where I keep my toys (the rubber chicken is my favourite - it squeaks!). I also like to chase the yard broom, so now I have one all of my own - I can chew whenever I want. But of course it's more fun when someone is sweeping with it. Some of the dogs in our street seem very cross and they bark at me, but the little white three legged dog up the street is very nice and we play when ever I see him. Johnson is very nice too - he's also white and fluffy but I've only seen him once and I was a bit scared that time, because one of the cross dogs had been barking at me first. I've been in the car again and not to go to a smelly place where they stick sharp things in your skin (I hate that).We went to these other people and they cuddled me too and made a big fuss of me - I didn't really want to get back in the car to come home. Sometimes other people come to visit the house and they all make a big fuss of me and give me presents - yesterday people came with a puppy-person, and I let her share my bed. She let me hold one of her toys but when I grabbed it, it made a horrible kind of song and I didn't like that, so I dropped it again. That was ok because the puppy-person gave me a new toy I could keep - I've been shaking that all morning and now I'm tired. I'm getting a big boy now my tail doesn't touch the ground anymore (it seems to be shrinking a lot), I don't make any puddles inside the house ever (and I never made lumps by the way.) Thanks for taking such good care of me and teaching me such good manners - my new people think I'm very well behaved. Lots of love Gershwin (PS my new name is Buddy - because I'm everyone's little buddy - even the postman!)

Gershwin was adopted on 3/4/05 after a month and a half in foster care.