Antique Boston Terrier

Antique Boston Terrier

Boy, I love this antique. Boy, I love vintage. That’s why my gift to you is going to be an Antique Boston Terrier. Boy, you sure have a lot of decisions ahead of you.

“Vintage” means any old thing that looks old, right? Well, not exactly. Antique Boston Terrier Dogs come in all sizes and shapes and breeds. It doesn’t matter what your dog’s breed is (I’ll talk about that in a minute) because any Boston Terrier can be found with an antique. Now, I know you are thinking that if it’s going to be so expensive, how come I got one in the first place?

Well, for one thing, I got the dog because it was “just the size.” The dog was only four pounds when I got him (not because he was fat), so I thought that it was a waste of money to go out and buy another puppy. Besides, the Boston Terriers of that era were really ugly. They were just as big around as they were long, and there wasn’t a whole lot of character to them. But I guess I had been reading too much of the antique dog craze because I had gotten a dog that was pretty much an original (ie: no spots, no crooked ears, no matted coat).

So when I got the “big dog” I wanted, I took him to the vet and she told me that he had two wrinkles in his face and his ears.

She said that I could take care of those right off the bat. I didn’t want to spend the money on a new dog because this one needed a lot of work. His coat was really messed up and the little matted hairs were looking more like tree leaves than they were dog hair. So all I did was put some good dog food in a bowl and bathed him.

After that first batch, I was really impressed with the new dog. He had such a gorgeous coat that I knew I was going to get him dirty at some point, but he was so sweet that I didn’t have a problem with that. Besides, the vet bills for an older dog are not very much. I mean, you could say the same about any dog, but a Boston Terrier really lives up to his name.

About a month after I adopted him, I took him for a walk.

As I was leading him by his leash, I suddenly saw a stick in the grass and started to get worried. Before I could stop myself, my little dog lunged at me, grabbed my arm, and went for a swim. I let him go after that because I was so glad that I hadn’t pulled him over. That would have been terrible.

Anyway, I’d like to tell you about the rest of that day. I’d walked with him the entire time and he really seemed to like the day. I’d give him a high five’s if I could have kept up with him on the walk, but unfortunately, I didn’t. He wanted to play and asked for another walk, but I told him no, he could have one anytime he wanted.

When we got home, I laid out some doggy treats and he seemed to like them. He also wanted to play with a toy mouse that I’d left in the grass, so I thought I’d give him that too. Well, when I went to vacuum after we’d done those two things, he was gone. He’d run off somewhere else.