I am and always will be a Boston Terrier person. When you share your life with a BT you are no longer who you thought you were. They change you and in return they will open your <3 like no other being on this planet.
Not. Today is April 2nd, the day after. No jokes, pranks or comic relief to report. I am not big on practical jokes that are neither practical nor a joke. Oh don’t worry I have a sense of humor in fact it is quit sharp this humor of mine. It has been expressed to me that my humor is of the sarcastic nature perhaps with a dash of cynicism throw in for good measure. I like to keep people on their toes, don’t you? Like to people watch too, try and figure out the story behind the person. Rather then the reverse. I like to make up the story behind the person, imagine who and what they are or could be. It’s not judgment in fact quit the opposite, it’s giving life to a person. Especially since I have no idea of what their life already consist of, kind of giving them the dream life they always wanted except they have not a clue that it exists. I wonder if you imagined a life for someone and offered to them on your terms, if they would take on that new life? Or would they think it was a joke and just keep walking. I guess it would depend on the life that you would offer, or what that person imagines as a great life. Currently I am on the move, meaning I am without a home. I travel with my partner and my dog. We take on new adventures and see what is out in the world. It can be fun at times and wildly enjoyable but there are the drawbacks of this life style. I will let you imagine what they are, over all for now I am very happy, and that is no joke.
This morning while I was out on a walk, I was pondering on all the BT’s I have had in my life and how they have touched and/or changed me. Roughly about 10 yrs ago, when I started my veterinary career I started as a receptionist in a veterinary hospital. The hospital was a specialty practice so we would see a lot of sick dogs and cats. When a furkid came to our specialty facility it was because nothing else had helped and/or worked for their particular ailment. Several months into my new career I met Henry, Henry was a 8 yr old BT that had several ongoing heart issues. I could safely say that he would come into see the Veterinarian about twice a month. The first time I met Henry he was very hesitate and shy, he would bark a lot not a angry bark but an warning bark, he was unsure of me and the situation. I had just gotten my BT Chelsea who was a rescue with her own set of issues, mostly behaviorally so needless to say I would go crazy for any other BT that would come into the hospital. Henry and I became great buddies, I was the only one who could touch him while he waited in the waiting room. I was the only one who could hold him for the Dr. while he did his exam. Hence I was dubbed ‘The Boston Whisper’. Henry and I (and Henry’s Mom) all became great friends. I would pay special attention to Henry when he arrived at the hospital, he seemed to know that too and he loved it. Henry taught me a lot about compassion and patience he was a special lil’guy and for that I will always be grateful.