A faithful dog is one of life’s great pleasures and true loves. When I was nine, I had a great uncle who raised Boston Terriers. I fell in love. He gave me a pup from her next litter on the promise I would give him the pick of my first litter. Our current Boston, Hounder, is my ninth. A dog will only have one master and for the first time, Hounder has chosen Betty. I am ok with this. Until you have the total loyalty of a dog you can’t know the pleasure of it. Boston’s are boundlessly friendly, everyone is their friend, always loyal, and fiercely protective, fighting to the death if their family is threatened. Hounder will always walk beside Betty. She sits with, lays with, and sleeps (albeit on the opposite side of me) with Betty. Hounder always runs to me when she’s frightened but her day-to-day partner is Betty. A great joy for all of us.
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