One Saturday morning, a month after we were married, Tim got up to go to the gym. Looking back, I should have seen the flags because we didn't belong to a gym, and he rarely worked out. But, it was Saturday morning, BC (before children) and I was half asleep so I didn't think much of it. About an hour later, he came home holding what looked like a little black blob. Once it registered that it was a puppy, I said "How cute! Who are we dogsitting for?", to which he answered "No one - he's yours." Swoon.
Life with a Boston Terrier wasn't always rainbows and cuddles, however. Once when I walking him, a car pulled over and yelled "Don't worry - he'll be different once he turns 6 months!" She was so, so right.
He had energy. A lot of energy. Always needing to play, run, chew.
Bostons can be very stinky. Anyone with a Boston will tell you that. (Plain yogurt on their food helps!)
He ate paper towels and toilet paper.
He liked to chew on feet. Anyone's feet!
He has a sensitive stomach. If he doesn't eat, he will get sick. If I'm not home, he won't eat. Such a momma's boy!
Once that six month mark hit, he no longer needed play all of the time, he didn't chew on feet, didn't eat paper products, but instead just wanted to cuddle. Unfortunately the stomach issues haven't disappeared, but it's a small price to pay for his companionship. He is so gentle with the girls it makes my heart happy.
I can't imagine my life without him. I might be a little attached, and he might be a little attached to me. I'm linking up with Anne from Love the Here and Now for Wednesday Wishes. My wish is for Charlie to know how much he means to our family. I know that time with our pets is limited, and I often wonder if he knows just how much he is loved.
Annnnd I've written a whole post on my dog. No shame! Now that I've totally pegged myself as a "crazy dog lady", tell me about your furbabies!