Sweetness
by Gail
One Week Old
As some of you may remember, we had a dog named Maggie who was very old and tired. We adopted her from a local shelter after being told that she was about two years old and was just overweight. Unfortunately, Maggie turned out to be closer to twelve years old and very, very sick. If you would like to read more about her and see her picture, you can go to this previous post. We had to have Maggie put to sleep last summer and I had a very difficult time wanting to talk about it. That is partly why I didn’t blog much last August.
Last summer, though, we decided that we wanted to get a Boston Terrier puppy “next spring”. Will had a Boston Terrier when he was growing up and felt it would be a good breed for our family. I was leaning more towards a Cairn Terrier because I am rather smitten with terriers in general. The more I read, though, the more convinced I became that Will was right. I even started looking at Bostons as being cute in a funny sort of way.
In October, we found a breeder we liked and began to develop a relationship with her. The family is a Christian, homeschooling family with seven young children. Well, I am sure the thirteen-year-old, much like my own, might resent being called young, but you all know what I mean.
Ever since they contacted me to let me know that the puppies had been born, I have been just too excited for words. The puppies were born on January 5th and are adorable. Of course, all babies are adorable. God made them that way for a reason. We wanted a male puppy and the one that we most admire is being held for us. The family is going to keep an eye on how the puppies develop, though, as far as their dispositions. We would rather not have the alpha male of the litter, but we don’t want a shrinking violet, either.
So this is my most exciting news. News to get me through the winter blues. I’ll keep you updated.
Comments
That is wonderful! You are such a tease. lol. I have been waiting to see what type of breed you picked. Congratulations!
Just FYI. We were having trouble housebreaking Stitches, when it dawned on me, to take him to the backyard with the two Goldens. They taught him to “potty train” in one day. He sniffed them, looked at me like he was saying “so that’s what you were tryin’ to tell me” and went. So, you might want to “borrow” a golden or another ‘obedient’ dog for house breaking time. It all makes sense now that I remember the pediatrician’s advice to potty train the boys (not the sniffin part. haha)!
I still think Sam will eat it for lunch. At least show the new puppy my picture once in a while, so that it will not eat me when/if I ever get back to the states for a visit.