I am 5 and I was a stray. That means a lost dog. It was in S.Carolina but a lady who helps AGA up there mailed me to Atlanta and then the magic started. Even though I had heartworms, my own angels paid for my medicine. They they turned into my fosters and then they turned into my new mom and dad. You think that’s not magic? Guess again! Once I found them I never had to move again and that’s a relief not having to pack and unpack. I have a pool too and my very own coat to wear when I swim. It keeps me floating and I can’t wait to try it. I just have to kick my feet. I have to hardly ever stay alone and it’s my job to take care of the house and my mom when dad is traveling. I’ve done enough traveling and don’t want to do that anymore unless maybe just a short trip to the ice cream store. My favorite is called van-illa. It’s kind of white and sooooo good. This is the start of a wonderful life and I thank you all. Your pal, Khaki