Hi my name is Baxter and im 5 years old. I have been a sickly little lad really from when my Mums came and picked me up when I was 12 weeks old. It all started with 'cherry eye' and I had to have operations to sort that out. Then it was discovered that I was allergic to anything airborne, like pollen, dust, house mites and the like. I am now permanently on steroids and on a very strict diet apart from when I go to Brodie's house or if I can hoover up the bits in anyones kitchen. I have a little sister called Molly, she was adopted when she was 2 and she had been ill treated - beaten with a spatula and never taken out on walks. She gets on my nerves a bit - always wanting to play with soft toys - she doesnt know I'm a ball kind of a boy!! But if I'm really quick I can nick her food because it takes her so long to get round to eating anything. My Mums say I'm the bestest and most handsome boy in the whole world. I know this to be a fact - just look at my pictures. 'A camera never lies' - or so I'm told.