My friend, Kate and her Beau, Nathan have a new member in their family. Meet Dexter. He is further proof that Boston Terrier's truly are the most fantastic dogs ever. Just look, he is mere months old... he can skate board and play soccer. (I can't do either... does that make him smarter than me??) 
Kate, thanks for always sharing Dexter's pictures. He is so friggin adorable!!
What a weekend. This weekend was jammed packed; some good…some not so good. Let’s start at the very beginning (isn’t that a song from Sound of Music?)
Friday was a great day. I had a wonderful lunch with a friend of mine, followed by a visit with my sister and dinner and a movie double-date with my parents and Cullen. We saw Gran Torino. (A short, movie review: not exactly what I was expecting. Funny – Was not expecting to laugh. Great movie. Definitely a guy-movie. Super date-movie. Overall, A-.)
Saturday morning, Cullen went to work. Before leaving for work, Cullen woke me up to tell me Brodie wasn’t feeling well. The symptoms: lethargic, real weak. If you know Brodie, that is not far from everyday characteristics. Cullen “can just tell something is wrong with him.” So, my friend Amber calls and Millie and I leave Brodie at home and meet Amber and her puppies at the Round Rock dog park. Millie got in a little brawl at the dog park and cut her eye. YEP – Millie was ambushed. I took her straight to the doggie hospital, because she literally had blood coming out of her eye. Two hours later and $46 dollars later, we arrived home with a black-eyed, banged up Boston Terrier. She is on two medicines.
Not to be out done, Brodie stays sick and we end up taking him to the doctor Sunday (along with Millie follow up eye appointment.) After another 2.5 hours at the vet, Brodie has a virus in his intestines and he was given antibiotics and Pepcid AC, for his heartburn? Gas? Bloat? All the above? Nevertheless, he moped around…when we could get him out of bed at all. On top of that, he was prescribed wet dog food, which was supposed to be easy on the belly. Cullen spoon fed him last night.
Brodie gave us a run for our money this morning though. He has been sleeping with us, because we are over protective parents. Well, my alarm goes off this morning. I rolled over to kiss Cullen good morning, and check on Brodie. I called Brodie’s name… nothing. I give him a good shake, call his name again…and nothing. I yell at Cullen to get up. I feel Brodie’s stomach to feel him breathe… nothing. FINALLY, something. He looks up at him, as if I have grown two heads. He looks at me and stares, as if he is saying, “Look, ma. Leave me alone. I am tired.” So, I sighed a heavy breath of relief and rolled over to say good morning to Millie, who slept on the floor. After a shower this morning, Brodie got out of bed on his own, and met me in the kitchen. He looked at me, sat and stared at the microwave… wanting his new wet dog food to be heated and fed to him via spoon? DREAM ON BRODIE MAN. As if I could resist his sweet face, I heated the food up…BUT I DID NOT FEED IT TO HIM. I sat it on the floor and walked away!
So, all is well with the black-eyed Millie girl and the sick, gassy, bloated Brodie man. This weekend has caused me to really re-think Motherhood.
My dear friend Amber has one of the world's cutest dogs. While I think Brodie and Millie walk on water, Lola runs a tight race for cutest. Just look at her:
A common question I get is, "How did you decide to get a Boston Terrier?" That question is often followed with: A) they are so ugly, B) they are so loud, or C) why not a big dog?
Here is the answer:
When I was growing up, my friend Kate had this amazing little firecracker of a Boston Terrier named Shelby. Shelby was a part of many childhood memories. What I remember of Shelby was she had the softest belly and chest; She would hide under Kate's parent's bed and when we were swimming in the pool, she would chase us around the pool and nip at our ankles. She was the greatest dog.
When Cullen and I decided we wanted a dog, he narrowed it down to a beagle, (gross), a cocker spaniel (which was great, except they are dogs girls get - not college guys), and Jack Russell Terriers - (no explanation needed). After searching for puppies, and not liking anything I found, I asked him to CONSIDER the Boston Terriers. I told him of all the great things, the soft belly's, the loyalty... their funny faces, everything. SOLD. I searched and searched.... and searched. Cullen got a Boston Terrier named Brodie for Christmas that year. We have vowed to always own at least one Boston Terrier for the rest of our lives. Ours bring us so much joy, daily laughs - which usually turns to tears.
Cheers to Shelby. Thanks for showing us the way.
Millie Girl was laying in our bed, annoyed that we want to take her pictures. This is very typical.
The picture above was Millie recovering from getting spayed. She milked it for all it was worth. Below, Millie girl became very very ill. In fact she spent the weekend at the ER and we thought it was going to be the last time we had her. On Sunday of that weekend, we decided to take her home and let her live her last hours with us.... two years later, she is still with us - energetic and perfect.
What is worse than pictures being snapped while Millie is trying to sleep??? Dressing her up and making her pose for pictures. If I could only have read her mind....
Brittany came to stay with Cullen and I. She LOVES animals. They mostly like her; Millie prefers to sit in my lap with Brittany comes to play.
This is the day I got Brodie Man. He was born on October 22, 2004. I gave him to Cullen for a Christmas present - which was a total surprise. He is the love my life; he causes me headaches daily...but he makes me laugh hysterically at least once a day. How cute is he??!?! 
This is our Brodie Man now - fat, lazy, a lot like Garfield the (animated) cat. His favorite things to do are Sleep, Eat, and boss around his little sister. He is very docile and if available, his favorite place to nap is on someone's lap.
