We had the pleasure of looking after our friends’ Boston Terrier this past weekend. I volunteered the minute I met her. Her name is Rosie and she is a rescue from a puppy mill. She spent the last several years of her life producing litters for the mill. Now, though 7-years old, she is a puppy all over again.
I promised my friend that I wouldn’t dress her up so we only bought three little outfits and she wore each of them long enough for us to get a few photos.
The cats were not impressed. We have since found out that (a) we are probably not dog people (b) dogs have worse, and more, flatulence than cats and (c) her nickname is “Nibbler” for her ample production of dark matter, the latter two items of course contributing to the first. However, that being said, if ever we were to think about the possibility of maybe getting a dog, it would be a Boston Terrier.
A good time was had by all.