Sorry I haven't posted in a while, mates! After recovering from the wine and cheese paw-ty, my mum took some time to celebrate her B-day yesterday! Unfortunately, I'm in Oz and mum was celebrating with her mates in Jerusalem. Dad sent mum a dozen roses and then she went to the famous American Colony Hotel for a drink (or 2). This photo shows mum last summer (my winter) when she was digging on Crete. She's holding the excavation director's terrier, Hercules. Mum doesn't take me to her digs, because then I would have to go through quarantime for 30 days to get back into Australia. Mum says quarantine isn't much fun. I would like to try archaeology because I dig all the time in the garden. I think I'd be a really good archaeologist - much better at it than mum is, but she says I'm not allowed to chew the bones. What kind of archaeology is that???? So, I'm stuck in Melbourne playing with the 4 cairn terriers and going walkies with Ellen. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention - my mum is jealous that my blog gets more hits than hers does!
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.