My name is Precious or at least that is what Foster Mom calls me and I answer to it.  Funny story about my name...my owner surrendered me to a shelter because she was moving and the shelter folks didn't think the name "Smokie"went with a light colored dog so they named me Macadamia but that didn't last very long and I didn't answer to it anyway so I think we are on on to something..and yes, it's descriptive because I AM...precious, that is.  I am completely housebroken...tada!  I do well on a leash and I am the sweetest baby imaginable. I give kisses galore and I love being a lap dog.  I get along with the other dogs pretty well too.  I am loving sleeping in the big bed and have found myself a nice spot with Foster Mom's daughter.  I have to have a dental so it's going to be awhile before I can get adopted but I am looking forward to testing the waters...did you see I was smiling in the picture?  Woof and I love you already...and I think my foster family is falling in love with me...somebody needs to tell me what "foster failure" means ha ha...