Sorry for chewing up the squeaky baseball during my photoshoot. Okay, I'm not really that sorry. That squeaker needed to go like, yesterday. I'm Mack. I did a lot of walking to end up where I am now. I walked and walked and walked until I found a comfy place to sleep, on someone's porch. A nice lady found me sleeping there so she gave me a meal and a kennel with a bed to sleep in. I wasn't allowed in the house, but I took what I could get. After living there for a couple days, I came to live with my new foster family. Oh boy, did I hit the jackpot here. There are dogs of all shapes and sizes to play with here. There are even kids! I get two square meals a day, but I make them last. It drives the other dogs absolutely batty because I take one tiny kibble at a time, chew it slowly and move on to the next. All the while the other dogs watch me, drooling, waiting for me to make a happy bowl. Unlike most dogs, I actually chew my food and TASTE it. They can be patient. I am 100% housetrained...well, except my foster mom tricked me with a "fake" tree in the house. Hey, it was there and looked real to me. Boys will be boys. Believe me, I haven't made that mistake a second time. I know the rules around here. I have a pretty, shiny, black and white coat. I also have a half a tail, if that makes any sense. I stick close while outside in the yard. I won't take off unless I see a deer...then maybe I'll run it off. They're not supposed to be in my yard anyway. So, looking for a handsome fella like me? Look no further...I'm ready to go home!