Thursday, May 10, 2007

Sweet Pea

We hadn't planned on getting another dog, but when Allen found this one, skinny and neglected, he couldn't resist. We named her Sweat Pea, of course! She has been skittery the last two days, which is understandable. But she is starting to come around. She has lots of energy and moves fast! She is also very loving. Buddha doesn't quite know what to think yet. He's had us all to himself for two years. He has been sulking a bit. So far she must be kept on a leash at all times. When she gets frightened, she runs and runs and just doesn't stop. Buddha never did this, but I've read and heard stories about other Boston Terriers that have done this. Well, welcome, Sweet Pea. I hope you like your new home!


Anonymous said...

Give her a hug from me tonight. Sweet dreams, sweet pea. Teagrapple.

Erin said...

She looks so sweet! Congratulations! I've been watching Phoebe the dog this week while my brother is out of town, and we've certainly enjoyed each other's company. :-)

V said...

Buddha will love her!!



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