Pago was born as the runt of the litter weighing in at only 270 g. When he was only 4 days old he crashed and almost died. The ER-veterinarian told me that the only thing they could help us with was to put him down. This was of course not an option so me and my daughter Ellen worked the whole night to keep him alive by warming him up, massaging his belly and giving him glucose and milk with a small syringe until he was strong enough again to feed by himself. As he was so small we kept him under scope for a long time, prioritized his feeding, weighed him every day and I even carried him in my bra to ensure he was warm enough. This of course gave us a special bond and made it impossible for us to sell him when time came to find new owners. This is also why Pagos name “Forget me not” suits him so well. Not only is it a beautiful flower, the name is like made for him.

Pago is a very happy dog. He is the familys clown. Very goofy and loves everyone and all attention he gets. He is very special to us.
Pago was my gift to my daughter Ellen and he is her dog even if he will live with us all and be one of the familys dogs.