I think what keeps me from roaring at Bud is what I have come to see as the two sides of Boston Terriers. Bud took me to the woodshed today grabbing things that were not his, chasing chickens, intimidating the sheep, jumping on Red, stealing Fate’s treats right out of her mouth, farting and burping, nibbling on various kinds of feces.
I was yelling at him about half the day, not that he noticed or minded. More than any dog I have lived with, terriers have a ton of attitude, and minds of their own. They fool you, they’ll do anything for a treat, and nothing if they are distracted.
Then came the afternoon, I sat down to meditate, fell asleep and woke up with a dog on my chest. He could not have been cuter, or more affectionate. But then he was.
This evening, I saw that Bud has wiggled his way onto Maria’s chair, a great spot to keep warm and get some cuddling in. I can’t imagine how he even corkscrewed his way next to her.
This combination of hellion and cuddler is one of the things that makes Boston Terriers so interesting to me – and keeps me from shipping Bud right back to Arkansas.
But is in the family now, we love him no matter what. There are times when he is hard to love, and times when it is quite easy.
A fascinating mix of traits, dogs really have our number.