Baxter on the left was only 3 months old when he showed up in the field behind my office. Everyone tried to catch him but he was too fast. Three weeks went by and after work one evening I went out and he crawled out from under the dumpster and collapsed at my feet. He was starved and only weighed 1lb. 3 oz. He was so sick the vet didn't think he would make it. Three years later he is my baby and follows me everywhere, sleeps on my pillow with me and has such a loving nature. We adopted Boswell from the shelter at 7months and they got along immediately. They are best friends, playing and napping together in their bed. They bring me such joy and happiness. I am so glad Baxter chose me to be his mom.