Today was the Grand Final: that's the Aus Footy equivalent of the Super Bowl, except tickets are a lot cheaper, but our team was out weeks ago - in fact, we came in next to last. Still, this was the fiwst time a Victorian team has gone to the finals since my pawents moved hewe. So, instead of taking me fow my usual 2 houwr walk to the dog pawk, mum went acwoss the stweet wif dad to the pub to watch the Geelong Cats crush the Port Adelaide team by mowe than 100 points. They dwank a bottle of champagne to celebwate a Vicky team winning - any excuse to dwink! So, Melbourne is full of Cat people this weekend. Meanwhile, I laid low and waited fow mum and dad to come back. I guess I'll get my usual walk tomowow.
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.