And the naughty little boy himself: meet Radio! (Yes, we have two pets named for inanimate objects, and while we didn’t choose his name, it’s quite grown on us).
After what sounds like an arduous trek over several months, rescued from a shelter in Virginia, to his foster parents in Massachusetts, and with the help of many volunteers taking him in various legs of the trip… this sweet little guy can now call Portland (and us) home. In spite of what he’s been through, I think he’s settling in quickly. Tough life here, romping around the beaches every day.