Bud is a happy spirit, he finds mischief and mayhem everywhere he goes, and is unperturbed by criticism or re-direction.

I’ve come to call him “Little Bastard.” Boston Terrier owners understand.

His joy for living is infectious, we can’t help but loving him. In the morning, he wanders far out into the back pasture exploring and looking for geese to chase or something else to disrupt.

When I blow my green bath whistle he comes running all the way back, and instantly, he will rush across burning coals for his treat, or even for a good hug.  He loves this game and can do it all day.

Bud’s happiness makes me happy, and that alone is worth it all.