Poor Foster . He’s always been a little high strung: refusing to go outside on Independence Day , hiding under the bed when a three year old girl visits, climbing into our arms during a thunderstorm. You know, the usual. Those things come and go, and we’ve taken them all in stride. Until...

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Yep. That's our dog. Bursting with personality, Foster is clearly everyone else's favorite member of our family. At least, he thinks so. When you come to visit us, he assumes you've come to see him, that your only purpose for coming is to throw his " red orb of happiness ." I should mention...

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