Why can’t we all be this chill? Yeah, I’m looking at you, Kathy Griffin. Take notes, y’all. Everybody that knows him is blessed, everybody that looks at him smiles, and everybody that isn’t him wishes they were. He IS Foster. Ladies and gentlemen, be a Foster. If that means chasing squirrels or every car that drives by your house, SO BE IT. Just be a Foster. You’ll thank me later. At the ripe age of 11 months, Foster has accomplished a lot. He’s only had to go to the emergency vet once, (he ate the squeakers out of multiple toys, but whatever, that’s not important) he’s only chewed up one bag of trash, and he’s only thrown up in his daddy’s work truck once. What a freaking champ. Oh, and don’t worry. You’ll be seeing a lot more of this cutie.