So much has happened in such a short time. I choose to take time off from work to work through the loss of Mater. Who could have thought how much it would hurt to lose one green eyed little Boston Terrier. I guess it was hard because we had to watch him suffer through those last seizures. Then again maybe it was because he was my last little boy. John was beside himself hurting because of losing Mater plus having to watch me grieve so hard. I would walk out by Mater’s garden then stand by his grave and cry. I had felt so helpless. I think when Mickey crossed the Rainbow Bridge I was trying to hold it in and be brave because I knew if I let it take over I would just give up. Then when Domino was taken from me by that vicious attack I was mostly in shock. I guess I was so busy after that getting ready to move I held that back. Now that I am here at the ranch and I feel the security of someone that wants to be a contributing factor in my life I was able to actually grieve. John printed up pictures of Mickey, Domino and Mater then hung them on the wall in the Pea Pod so I could see them every day. It seemed everyone was encouraging me to find another BT to love to help me get through this. After awhile I started to look. I found several but as we talked to the people or discusses going to see them I would start crying again. Finally an ad jumped up in my face one day. A breeder near by had a Boston Terrier female she had acquired in a trade that she wanted to get rid of. I wanted a male not a female so I was about to exit out of the page when John looked up and exclaimed “Oh Cindy she’s pretty”
“John it’s a girl I want a little boy”
“But why it’s a BT isn’t that enough”
“John BT’s are fickle. The females tend to bond with men and males bond with females. I don’t want to lose another dog to you. Remember you already took Bridget away from me.”
“Bridget loves you too. Remember who she runs to when we get out of the car” he advised as he gave me that impatient look of his.
“John I don’t know” I admitted feeling myself giving in. I don’t know what it is about those green eyes and that damn mustache.
“At least give them a call. Look at her sad face she needs us.”
Giving in I called the number on the ad. The woman that answered the phone said she indeed had the dog and she was nearly 7 months old and cage trained. She said she bred Yorkies and honestly didn’t know a thing about Boston Terriers. All she knew was she had AKC papers and she wanted all the attention when she let her out of her cage.
Hearing that she was kept in a cage was the selling point for me. I had been told by a lot of people that Mater would want me to give someone else the love he got. Mater had left me for a reason because I was to touch another BT’s life to make it better. John and I met the lady at a church parking lot near her home. She pulled up with a frightened Boston Terrier in her front seat. John was the first to open the passenger door and snatch the little frightened dog out of the vehicle. I talked to the lady and she told me that she had gotten the dog in a trade and had no interest in Boston Terriers. I explained that for one she should not be bred. When she inquired why I explained.
“Well she is too tall, too long; her nose is too long, her ears too big and she is quite large for a 7 month old.”
“But she has AKC papers” she exclaimed.
“That doesn’t mean a thing. People are too anxious to breed and make money. They just throw two dogs together then register the litter. They don’t care about breed standard or the fact that there are a lot of dogs out there in the rescues that need homes.” I lectured.
“Well I don’t know about Boston Terriers. I figured since she was registered she would be a good dog” she replied in defense. I realized that it all had just went over her head so at that moment I realized I was taking a female home with me putting an end to any chance I had at having a little boy.
I leaned over then picked the gangly puppy up realizing she was quite heavy and smelled like she had indeed been in a cage. We took the folder from the lady then assured her the dog would have a good home. She said she had been calling her Gracie but she didn’t seem to like that name beside she really didn’t have her long enough for it to stick.
John had this big grin on his face as he drove off with me holding the big smelly puppy that was shaking from fright. I softly talked to her trying to give her the sense of security.
“I think she looks like a Sassy” John advised as he reached over and patted her on the head.
I didn’t say a word to him I just sat there giving the puppy reassurances as she trembled. When John pulled into the Dr. McBride’s parking lot I wondered what he was doing. The last time I had been there I had lost my Mater.
“I’ll be right back” he exclaimed as he jumped out of the car.
The little pup had quit shaking and started to look at me with her cocked eyes. I think she was looking at me or at least it seemed she was.
“Well since you didn’t like Gracie what do you think about Sassy?” I asked hoping for an answer. She just looked at me with a blank look.
“You need a name. Just in the past few minutes I can tell you are a sweet girl. “How about Candy,” I questioned as I looked at her right eye noticing it had a blue spot at the top of the pupil. Immediately she pressed he face up to mine and kissed me. I guess that’s it your name is Candy.
When John came out of the office he was beaming. He climbed in the car then handed me a slip of paper with Sassy October 1 written on it.
“What’s this” I asked
“She has an appointment to be spayed on the first” he informed as he started up the car.
“John she wants to be called Candy” I advised.
“I told them it was Sassy” he admitted with a look of defeat on his face.
“John I ask her and she didn’t react to Sassy but when I said Candy she kissed me” I admitted
“Then her name is Candy” he admitted.
Needless to say it took Candy a few days to get accustomed to not being in a cage. The lady said she was not housebroken but you could have fooled me. Since that first day Candy has made herself at home here. She loves to run and wrestle with Bridget. We are working to teach her manners and of course she has attached herself to both our hearts. She may not be the little Boston boy I so desire but she is a wonderful loving little girl that loves us both. Welcome to our lives Candy. I hope we can make you as happy as you make us.
“John it’s a girl I want a little boy”
“But why it’s a BT isn’t that enough”
“John BT’s are fickle. The females tend to bond with men and males bond with females. I don’t want to lose another dog to you. Remember you already took Bridget away from me.”
“Bridget loves you too. Remember who she runs to when we get out of the car” he advised as he gave me that impatient look of his.
“John I don’t know” I admitted feeling myself giving in. I don’t know what it is about those green eyes and that damn mustache.
“At least give them a call. Look at her sad face she needs us.”
Giving in I called the number on the ad. The woman that answered the phone said she indeed had the dog and she was nearly 7 months old and cage trained. She said she bred Yorkies and honestly didn’t know a thing about Boston Terriers. All she knew was she had AKC papers and she wanted all the attention when she let her out of her cage.
Hearing that she was kept in a cage was the selling point for me. I had been told by a lot of people that Mater would want me to give someone else the love he got. Mater had left me for a reason because I was to touch another BT’s life to make it better. John and I met the lady at a church parking lot near her home. She pulled up with a frightened Boston Terrier in her front seat. John was the first to open the passenger door and snatch the little frightened dog out of the vehicle. I talked to the lady and she told me that she had gotten the dog in a trade and had no interest in Boston Terriers. I explained that for one she should not be bred. When she inquired why I explained.
“Well she is too tall, too long; her nose is too long, her ears too big and she is quite large for a 7 month old.”
“But she has AKC papers” she exclaimed.
“That doesn’t mean a thing. People are too anxious to breed and make money. They just throw two dogs together then register the litter. They don’t care about breed standard or the fact that there are a lot of dogs out there in the rescues that need homes.” I lectured.
“Well I don’t know about Boston Terriers. I figured since she was registered she would be a good dog” she replied in defense. I realized that it all had just went over her head so at that moment I realized I was taking a female home with me putting an end to any chance I had at having a little boy.
I leaned over then picked the gangly puppy up realizing she was quite heavy and smelled like she had indeed been in a cage. We took the folder from the lady then assured her the dog would have a good home. She said she had been calling her Gracie but she didn’t seem to like that name beside she really didn’t have her long enough for it to stick.
John had this big grin on his face as he drove off with me holding the big smelly puppy that was shaking from fright. I softly talked to her trying to give her the sense of security.
“I think she looks like a Sassy” John advised as he reached over and patted her on the head.
I didn’t say a word to him I just sat there giving the puppy reassurances as she trembled. When John pulled into the Dr. McBride’s parking lot I wondered what he was doing. The last time I had been there I had lost my Mater.
“I’ll be right back” he exclaimed as he jumped out of the car.
The little pup had quit shaking and started to look at me with her cocked eyes. I think she was looking at me or at least it seemed she was.
“Well since you didn’t like Gracie what do you think about Sassy?” I asked hoping for an answer. She just looked at me with a blank look.
“You need a name. Just in the past few minutes I can tell you are a sweet girl. “How about Candy,” I questioned as I looked at her right eye noticing it had a blue spot at the top of the pupil. Immediately she pressed he face up to mine and kissed me. I guess that’s it your name is Candy.
When John came out of the office he was beaming. He climbed in the car then handed me a slip of paper with Sassy October 1 written on it.
“What’s this” I asked
“She has an appointment to be spayed on the first” he informed as he started up the car.
“John she wants to be called Candy” I advised.
“I told them it was Sassy” he admitted with a look of defeat on his face.
“John I ask her and she didn’t react to Sassy but when I said Candy she kissed me” I admitted
“Then her name is Candy” he admitted.
Needless to say it took Candy a few days to get accustomed to not being in a cage. The lady said she was not housebroken but you could have fooled me. Since that first day Candy has made herself at home here. She loves to run and wrestle with Bridget. We are working to teach her manners and of course she has attached herself to both our hearts. She may not be the little Boston boy I so desire but she is a wonderful loving little girl that loves us both. Welcome to our lives Candy. I hope we can make you as happy as you make us.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3t5qc_i5Occ Candy on youtube.
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