Moving into my house involved meeting the two four-legged roommates- two rather insane cocker spaniels, that, after 6 weeks, have begun to treat me nicely.
Then, last night, I come home to find that one of the two-legged roommates had gotten another dog- a tiny little Boston Terrier he saved from a “friend” that was locking it up for 18 hours a day.
This dog is no bigger than my shoe. He is, at most, 5 months old (I think less.) This dog is in every way shape and form the little tiny dog I chuckled at. Sure, they’re cute, but the accessory dogs just weren’t my style.
In the last day and a half, I think I’ve fallen in love. He falls asleep in my lap. He’s mild-mannered. He stands up to the spaniels three times his size- and wins. One of his ears is flopped over just a bit. His paws are the size of my thumb.
He’s cute- and I admit I like having the little guy around. I won’t be putting him in my backpack anytime soon, but it’s nice to have something warm and fuzzy cuddle up to you and be happy you’re home.
