Sandy was bought from a local pet shop when he was just a pup, 5 or 6 weeks old. He was a mother's day gift for my Mum.

He was boss from the word go. Maxie, our foxi x (RIP buddy) walked over to him, this little fluff ball, on the first night wagging. Sandy looked up out of his bed and growled. From there on, Sandy was the dominate one. Maxie never minded though. They grew very soon to be the best of friends :)

When we first got Sandy, he could hardly walk. He was like a little crab trying to chase a ball. He didn't know how to eat on his own, or drink. We had to teach him. In other words, he was sold to the pet shop to young... and not feed well. His front paws and legs and bowed inward, probably from a calcium deficiency.

We've had him for seven years now and he's been a great dog. He's strangly timid, afriad for no reason. Yet very loving. His brother Max (Diddles) passed away a few months ago... Sandy still thinks he will come home, I think. Since then though, we've got a new dog named Rusty, to help us all. Sandy ran away from Rusty the first two months, and has just, in the last two, started to sit next to him outside and tolerate him somewhat. Sandy still growls alot. However, he has started to wag at Rusty, roll over on his back, and leg Rusty hug him. It's a start :)

You rock Smallie :)