Our Boston Terrier

Our Boston TerrierTug went to his first dog parlor yesterday. He's been to one of the major pet chains and ridden around in a cart but yesterday he was carried around the boutique in his carrier. (Tomorrow he gets his second round of shots so he should be ready to do face-to-face meets but we've kept him off the floors due to the parvo issues, etc.) This store was just opening up and is located across from one of the bigger paw parks (location, location, location). It was a great experience for Tug and his entourage (Mama, my sister and myself) and we look forward to going back. He was pretty tuckered out from being so alert and interested in everything so when we got back to the car he napped in his carrier- on his back. Like most Bostons he has a white belly so it was a cute sight.

Today, he was sitting in Mama's lap and started chewing her shirt buttons. I sighed as it's an on-going issue and said we had to do something about that habit. As if he'd been given a cue from a script Tug sat up, dropped his ears to "uh-oh" position and looked up at Mama very seriously. Then he glanced at me and then back to Mama. It was a definite request for reassurance. Unfortunately, Mama was so worried about me choking on the swallow of water I'd just taken that she couldn't worry about him- and I was desperately trying to avoid spraying a mouthful across the floor because I was laughing so hard! We are so in trouble with this little joker.

One last incident to report from today. My sister brought him a new toy (Mama and I have stopped arguing duck vs. chicken and are now just stating our position: "duck!"...."chicken!"...."duck!"). Now, all his other plush toys with squeakers still squeak but the duck's squeaker died pretty quickly (see previous post about the phrase "aggressive chewer"). So, when Tug was down the hall and I feared mischief and wanted to attract his attention I didn't have the option of picking it up and making it squeak. So I squeaked. Actually, I said "squeak, squeak" in a high voice. I am sorry to report that this completely fooled the poor thing and he came running down the hall to grab his toy and "subdue" it. Okay, maybe it's not such a sad thing that a nearly 11 week old puppy was fooled but Mama and I were in hysterics and felt a little guilty!