why bostons? hmm. i have no idea where it began, but once i bought my own home and lived alone, i was determined to get a dog, and it was always, in my mind, a boston terrier. im not sure why, other than them being irresistibly cute and incredibly smart. i had never known a BT or anyone that had one (well, except my granddaddy, who had one years ago and swears to this day that it was the meanest dog he has yet to meet...) but something in my heart just longed for one...
so, in a very unplanned moment, i saw a local breeder's ad of BT puppies (dont cringe, more about my opinions on breeders vs rescuers to come) and went and bought a perfectly wonderful TINY 5 week old baby boy. this baby boys name is Packer, and he absolutely makes my life happy. he is now 3 and i love him more than words can say. you will likely read alot about him.
from there, i was content. i never desired any more dogs, Packer was my most prized companion and we were complete...but then, as they say, something happened...
my sister gave me a book for christmas last year, harmless, right? it was called "you had me at woof" and the cover had the ugliest yet most precious boston terrier on the front. this book changed everything. it is about a woman who volunteered with her local BT rescue and the dogs that she came to love, or not love, and how it changed her life...and then i knew. i knew i had to do something to help.
I emailed the founder of the boston terrier rescue of SC and told her, while i could not FOSTER any dogs, i would love to help in any other capacity. transport, volunteer coordination, paperwork, anything...
i had a foster dog within a week. his name was benny, and they didnt know much of his story, just that he was pulled from a high kill shelter shortly before being euthanized. benny was flown to me by an awesome volunteer and i thought, well, hes cute, he will probably get adopted quickly and be out of my house soon. and he was. he was adopted very quickly by a sap who fell in love with his sad eyes and his adorable crooked tail and his precious wiggle. that would be me.
and so benny, properly called benjamin, joined my home permanently. so i failed, right? i adopted my FIRST FOSTER, so its all over. not so much. my heart still longs to help other BTs who need me. and i will share their stories along this blog, as well as pictures and stories of my boys, im sure.
so here we go. its a journey that i love, though there are moments when i think ive lost my marbles. i came to packer for a reason. benjamin came to me for a reason. there is a reason for all the insanity, the black and white hairs everywhere, the destroyed toys, the inside accidents, the slobber, the vomit, the stress, the sleepless nights...there is a reason, and im so so happy to be a part of it all.
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