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<blockquote data-quote="donna723" data-source="post: 429826" data-attributes="member: 1883"><p>Oh, you should know better than to get me started on this! I'm the neighborhood "dog lady". I've gone on about mine a lot but some of the newer ones may not know about them. The rest of you will just have to put up with it!</p><p> </p><p>My oldest is my pretty soft amber colored mixed breed, Ms. Freebie. When I lived out in the country, she came in to my yard as a starved, almost frozen, half-grown puppy and she's been with me ever since. She's at least ten, probably closer to eleven, but you'd never know it to look at her. She's healthy and happy and still plays like a puppy. She's very shy though and afraid of everyone but me, a hold over from her abusive early life and from being dumped as a puppy and left to fend for herself. She does fine away from the house if we go somewhere but is very protective of me and our house when we're at home. </p><p> </p><p>Ragan is my oldest Boston Terrier - she'll be nine on the Fourth of July. I've had her since she was a baby. She's nervous and excitable and bouncy and cute as a button! She's allergic to almost everything and needs a lot of extra care. Last October she had a (sedated) dental exam and cleaning but still got an infected tooth, followed by multiple infections, yeast and fungal infections and skin problems. At one point she was on eleven different medications and I really thought I was going to lose her. But slowly, over several months, she started getting better and better and now she is back to her silly, goofy, hyper little self! And because of Ragan, our vet was able to build a whole new wing on his house!!! </p><p> </p><p>My next-oldest Boston is Katy who will be seven in August. She didn't come to live with me until she was two. Katy was owned by a so-called (amateur) "breeder" who kept her isolated in a pen so she never had the opportunity to socialize and play with other dogs. As a result, she absolutely loves people but has no use at all for other dogs. Poor Katy had already had two litters of puppies before her second birthday! When both puppies in her last litter died, Katy was spayed and then given to one of the techs at our vet's office, who called me and asked if I wanted her ... an hour later I was bringing her home in a crate. Katy is a bit chubby, always smiling, and is the funniest, friendliest dog on the planet! She's amazingly smart, understands every word I say, wonderful with little kids and her antics keep me laughing, although she takes as much watching as a toddler. She loves to be around people and goes with me to every function they have in town. If somebody doesn't notice her right off, she will tap them on the leg with her nose until they look down and see her smiling up at them. It's like, "Hi! My name's Katy. You can pet me if you want!" Everybody loves Katy!</p><p> </p><p>My youngest Boston is my only boy, Trace, who came to me a year and a half ago. Not sure how old he is but he's probably around four now. Trace was given his name because he was found wandering in the Natchez Trace State Park. He had been severely abused, then tossed out in the state park and left there to die. The lady who found him took him to our vet who patched him up (he lost an eye), then turned him over to the Humane Society. I heard he was there via the grapevine of Boston owners. I got him with the intention of fostering him until I could turn him over to a Boston rescue group but one look at his sweet little face and I was a goner ... an official foster failure! It took a while to win his confidence. At first, every time I would reach to pet him, he would cringe in fear thinking he was going to be hit ... just broke my heart! It took a while but now he is healthy and happy and active. He has the sweetest, most beautiful little face, playful, mischevious and loving! You can tell just by looking at him that he is a very well bred dog - someone paid a lot of money for him. How he ended up where he did, we will never know. He's my little mystery boy but I'm just glad he found his way to me!</p><p> </p><p>And of course this is not including my whole herd of little outside kitties!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="donna723, post: 429826, member: 1883"] Oh, you should know better than to get me started on this! I'm the neighborhood "dog lady". I've gone on about mine a lot but some of the newer ones may not know about them. The rest of you will just have to put up with it! My oldest is my pretty soft amber colored mixed breed, Ms. Freebie. When I lived out in the country, she came in to my yard as a starved, almost frozen, half-grown puppy and she's been with me ever since. She's at least ten, probably closer to eleven, but you'd never know it to look at her. She's healthy and happy and still plays like a puppy. She's very shy though and afraid of everyone but me, a hold over from her abusive early life and from being dumped as a puppy and left to fend for herself. She does fine away from the house if we go somewhere but is very protective of me and our house when we're at home. Ragan is my oldest Boston Terrier - she'll be nine on the Fourth of July. I've had her since she was a baby. She's nervous and excitable and bouncy and cute as a button! She's allergic to almost everything and needs a lot of extra care. Last October she had a (sedated) dental exam and cleaning but still got an infected tooth, followed by multiple infections, yeast and fungal infections and skin problems. At one point she was on eleven different medications and I really thought I was going to lose her. But slowly, over several months, she started getting better and better and now she is back to her silly, goofy, hyper little self! And because of Ragan, our vet was able to build a whole new wing on his house!!! My next-oldest Boston is Katy who will be seven in August. She didn't come to live with me until she was two. Katy was owned by a so-called (amateur) "breeder" who kept her isolated in a pen so she never had the opportunity to socialize and play with other dogs. As a result, she absolutely loves people but has no use at all for other dogs. Poor Katy had already had two litters of puppies before her second birthday! When both puppies in her last litter died, Katy was spayed and then given to one of the techs at our vet's office, who called me and asked if I wanted her ... an hour later I was bringing her home in a crate. Katy is a bit chubby, always smiling, and is the funniest, friendliest dog on the planet! She's amazingly smart, understands every word I say, wonderful with little kids and her antics keep me laughing, although she takes as much watching as a toddler. She loves to be around people and goes with me to every function they have in town. If somebody doesn't notice her right off, she will tap them on the leg with her nose until they look down and see her smiling up at them. It's like, "Hi! My name's Katy. You can pet me if you want!" Everybody loves Katy! My youngest Boston is my only boy, Trace, who came to me a year and a half ago. Not sure how old he is but he's probably around four now. Trace was given his name because he was found wandering in the Natchez Trace State Park. He had been severely abused, then tossed out in the state park and left there to die. The lady who found him took him to our vet who patched him up (he lost an eye), then turned him over to the Humane Society. I heard he was there via the grapevine of Boston owners. I got him with the intention of fostering him until I could turn him over to a Boston rescue group but one look at his sweet little face and I was a goner ... an official foster failure! It took a while to win his confidence. At first, every time I would reach to pet him, he would cringe in fear thinking he was going to be hit ... just broke my heart! It took a while but now he is healthy and happy and active. He has the sweetest, most beautiful little face, playful, mischevious and loving! You can tell just by looking at him that he is a very well bred dog - someone paid a lot of money for him. How he ended up where he did, we will never know. He's my little mystery boy but I'm just glad he found his way to me! And of course this is not including my whole herd of little outside kitties! [/QUOTE]
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