Chris drove me to my new foster home the next day. I love travelling in the car because it usually means something interesting will happen at the end of the journey. It's a good job I  travel well because I had covered quite a few miles in my life so far.

We arrived at Portsmouth and I was so excited when Chris knocked on the door of Andrea's house. Andrea was my very kind foster Mum. I was her first foster - wasn't she lucky to have me to learn on?

As soon as that knocker hit the door all hell let loose. I could hear loads of barking and the sound of things crashing to the ground, and I thought 'great, this is my sort of place - and with new friends - again!' I could not wait to get in.

The door opened and I saw Andrea and her lovely children - I love children - and her two GSD dogs. What could be better than new doggy and children friends, all in one house together! How lucky was I?

Here I am with the two new doggy friends I met in my lovely foster home. What a handsome trio we were. I am the large hunk on the left. I was only a pup then, just 7 or eight months old, yet I towered over my new mates. 

Chris and I went in - or should I say I dragged Chris in - and I said hello to everyone - all at once. I was let off the lead and bounced round the kitchen and lounge, looking at everything. I was beside myself with excitement. The next part of my life was just about to begin!