Boy, I sure got the short end of the stick! When my siblings and I arrived at 8 weeks old in June, I was the one who had ringworm, so I had to be treated for weeks while my adorable sisters went off to their new homes. Well, now I’ve matured into a handsome, sleek boy and although I might not be quite as doggone endearing any longer, I’ve got charm to spare anyway. And as an added enticement, you won’t have to worry about my climbing the curtains and getting into absolutely everything any longer (OK, maybe there’s still a lot of devilishness in there, so why not take me home and find out!).