Logan likes tennis balls "about as much as he likes roast beef treats," according to his Petfinder profile.

Last week we shared how Logan, winner of our second Victoria Stilwell contest, nearly had a great escape the night before his big win.

This week Logan's foster mom, Carol Tutzauer from New York's Buffalo Humane, tells us about her phone consultation with the It's Me or the Dog star:

I awoke in the morning, looking forward to the scheduled telephone conference with Victoria Stilwell later that afternoon. Things were looking up.

Logan had a family that wanted to give him a home. Their experiences with their previous dog demonstrated their commitment to and understanding of a dog with special behavioral needs. More than anything, they met Logan out at our home and found him to be wonderful. Logan, too, seemed just as taken with them.

But I worried. How could we ensure that this placement would work? How should his new family handle him in the event he gave a "back off!" nip?

Last month we ran our second Victoria Stilwell contest, in which rescue groups nominated dogs in their care who could benefit from a phone consultation with the It's Me or the Dog star.

Visitors voted on our five finalists, and Logan, a Hound-Lab mix at New York's Buffalo Humane, won. (Meet Logan and the other finalists here.)

We'll be following Logan's progress here on the blog, as we did with our previous winner, Pit Bull Liza Bean.

Here's the first update from Logan's foster mom, Carol Tutzauer, in which she tells us about Logan's great escape the night before she learned of his big win:

I was steeling myself for the likelihood that wonderful Logan would not win the Petfinder/Victoria Stilwell contest. After all, his profile appeared as the last entry, not a good position for getting votes, having to cursor down the screen to find him. "Too bad," I thought. "Logan would benefit so much."

My husband and I, educators at the State University of New York at Buffalo, had just survived the first few days of the semester. Exhausted and tired from dealing with the throng of students, we arrived home to our farmhouse, gathered up all eight dogs (our four and the four fosters), stoked up the propane heater in the pole barn and sat down with the dog gang and a nice cold beer.