My daughter and her boyfriend share a love of dogs. Like, they really love dogs. Their newest adventure is fostering dogs who for one reason or another have become homeless. This involves a pretty intense bathing and grooming session when they first pick up the dog, and taking the dog to adoption fairs every Saturday in the hope of finding him or her a good home. Their first foster dog is a five-year-old charcoal gray Weimaraner named Jersey Girl, whose personality is chilled out and unbothered. She has a kind of seen-it-all-so-why-get-worked-up demeanor that has won her foster people's hearts. She's become very attached to them as well, especially to my daughter, who I'm told she follows to the bathroom and sits serenely outside the door till she reemerges. To be a dog in that household is to be cared for, played with, and cuddled non stop, so I feel a little sorry for the dogs who may think they've landed in a good situation, only to have to move on again—hopefully to another good and loving household. The photo is of Jersey Girl on the day she arrived, when she was still taking stock of her new surroundings.