Marty's story

　　Oh my goodness, it's my turn. My name is Marty; I'm almost one year old maybe and I weigh 43 pounds. I was left in a shelter pen with Malcolm who I think is my brother. I was really glad I was with him because it's terrifying to be abandoned. Who's going to feed me? Who's going to love me? I'm not quite as brave as Malcolm. I was so relieved when the AGB folks came and picked us up from the shelter, I slept in the passenger lady's lap all the way. When they took my pictures, I was so happy, I couldn't stop wriggling with delight. I think I'm handsomer than Malcolm, ha ha. They're calling me a velcro boy because I want to be all over you with a wagging tail and dog kisses. I'm getting over a little upper respiratory infection but I will be raring to meet you, love on you and kiss you. Please come see me. I'm ready to go home!! xox, Marty