My name was Lazarus but I'm not that serious a guy so my foster family calls me Eggnog, Noggin' Head for fun. See I'm a silly boy that was adopted way down in South Carolina and then I was returned cause I got these things called Heartworms. Well, my new friends treated me for the heartworms. I would have much prefered to eat my preventative each month. Anyway...By the time I was treated, healed and ready to be adopted, my foster family couldn't give me us. I get along with their dog in fact I get along with all dogs, I'm housebroken and enjoy laying around the house. My foster mom says I'm perfect. So even though perfect dogs belong in forever homes, I get to stay with my foster mom forever and ever. I get to hang on the porch with my foster dad too. What more could a guy want?