I think I am not quite 2 years old yet and I used to live in a place called Turkey. I didn’t have a real home. I just wandered around the street like a lot of other dogs that live there hoping to find some food and maybe get a pat on the head, I thought it would always be that way but some kind people helped me come to America. I don’t know how I got so lucky but now I have two moms and a brother dog. Other dogs used to live here but they went to be angels. My brother dog was so lonesome and my moms said it just didn’t seem the same anymore. That’s where I came in! Now we all take walks and relax on our deck together. I am learning all kinds of new things and I’m pretty sure I’ll never have to wander the street anymore. I wish all dogs could be as lucky as me! Your new American girl, Jazz