Astor was the smallest puppy in the kennel; malnourished at about three pounds. When I held him for the first time he burrowed in my neck, I knew he chose me. He had a rough start to life. I had to hand feed him baby food and water with a syringe. When he was neutered he also had to have seven teeth removed due to his small mouth.
Astor puts a smile on my face every day. He is waiting for me at the door when I get home each day with a wagging tail.
I love my forever family. They have nice ankles for biting and take me on trips, I have even gone kayaking! I have my own bean bag to jump on, and there is always a squeaky toy around. I also have some other dog friends that were adopted like me. My favorite friend is the adopted cat, although he doesn't speak the same language and we don't always see eye to eye.