My friend Mandy, who I am staying with until July, finally took me for my haircut today. Brian meant well, but just could seem to get around to it. I have a lot more fun at Grant and Mandy's because everyone there wants to play with me. I was such a big ball of fur (like in this old puppy photo) that my groomer, Sarah, did not recognize me. Everyone had a big laugh about this at my expense. I get groomed at the vets, so I also got my shots, and now I'm good to go shot-wise for another year.
I was born in Brisbane on Nov. 23, 2004 to a litter of two at Quinvale Kennels, and I was flown to my home in Melbourne in late January 2005. There aren't many WFT's in Australia and my humans, Louise & Brian, were on a waiting list for about 9 months to get me. Brian says that when you wait 9 months for a baby, it's usually less furry. Being cute let's me get away with a lot and being a wirehaired fox terrier means I always try. Sometimes I have trouble understanding my humans' funny American accents, but watching a lot of American TV shows with Louise helps. Louise is an archaeologist and that means she travels a lot, so I sometimes have to stay with my friends, the Figgs. When she's here, it's great because we go for long walks or runs every day! There are not many of us WFT's in Australia and I'm always confused with airedale's and schnauzer's. Most people also get my name wrong, calling me Esther, Astro, or Astra. Those few who have seen the Thin Man, however, know it's ASTA.