Stinky Farts and Frog Legs

I figured I’d go ahead and use this first post to tell you a little bit about myself and how I came to love this lovable breed. I generally don’t use the word “hate”, but I absolutely hate introduction posts, so I’ll try to make this as painless for me as I hope it will be for you.

My name is Cindie and I’m a 32-year-old mother of one (working on number two). I’m a stay-at-home mom living in the great state of Texas. I’m sort of ashamed to say that I had no idea about Boston Terriers until I started to date the most amazing man in the world (yes, I am bias when it comes to loving my family!) back during my senior year of high school in 2004. (Yes, I ended up marrying him too! Woot woot! High school sweethearts!)

He happened to own two great Boston Terriers named Baabs and Misty Lou. When I first met those two, I was a little taken aback by them because Misty Lou was just so friendly and such a licker! Baabs was pretty mellow, but with her moments of crazy. Plus, if you touched one, you had to touch the other. That was apparently this unspoken rule. I didn’t mind, because I have always loved animals (aside from the cliché opinion of snakes and spiders because they do give me the willies), and I was enjoying myself with those two.

Now, if you had asked me 12 years ago if I would ever consider owning my own Boston Terrier, I would’ve probably had said, “No.” I know, I know! Blasphemy! However, in my defense, I owned a great dog named Nick. He was a Shetland Sheepdog and my first pet that I owned myself, where he was my responsibility. He was well-trained and absolutely loved to herd my friends and I back to my house when he saw me walking home from school. Literally. I mean, my mom would have him outside with her and when she saw me round the corner, she’d say, “Go get Cindie.” Well, he did and brought a few of my friends with too. So, by default, my favorite breed was the Sheltie.

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Nick

But, now ask me if I could live without a Boston Terrier in my life. The answer is No way! This breed is just too much fun and great! In the span of 12 years, I’ve personally met a total of seven Boston Terriers and all of them were/are somewhere in my husband’s side of the family. There names are Baabs, Misty Lou, Sassy, Peggy Sue, Dixie, Beau, and (my sweet girl) Gabby. Every single one of them stole a piece of my heart and that’s OK! I don’t mind giving my heart away to them! They are the reason why the Boston Terrier is now my favorite breed of all time, even over my sweet lovable Nick, whom I miss so dearly.

Yes, Boston Terriers may have the worst smelling farts in the world and the loudest snoring in the world, but their lovable personas make up for all of that! Besides, it may be gross, but those stinking farts add to their charm! Plus, how can you not love it when they lay down and stretch their legs out behind them in their classic “frog leg” poses? And when they carpet surf with those frog legs? Yeah, I’m sorry, but I’ve been sold right there alone! They may lick you to death, stink you out of the room, or make you invest in some ear plugs while you sleep, but this breed is definitely one to love for eternity!

Now let me introduce you to my inspiration for this blog: Gabby. My mother-in-law actually got Gabby for my daughter when she was a baby back in 2011. I don’t know why or how, but Gabby adopted me as her human over everyone else in the house. (Which, of course, is another endearing quality. This breed loves their family, but selects ONE to be THEIR human over everyone else.) If I’m sitting down, she has to be in my lap. If I’m in bed, she has to be in bed with me (even if she has to wait until morning when the husband gets up to go to work at dark-thirty). If I go check the mail, she has to go with me. If I go anywhere, she wants to go with me. If anyone else is going, she doesn’t really care as long as she’s with me. Yes, it can drive me crazy because I don’t like “clingy” things, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way either. This sweet little dog who just loves just wants it in return and how can I turn that down?

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Gabby

Gabby is now 5 years old (only six months younger than my daughter). She’s lived up to her name so far. Let me tell you something. Never, and I mean NEVER!, name a Boston Terrier “Trouble”. They live up to their names! Gabby was named “Gabby” because she barked quite a bit as a puppy, but that’s because she was just playing. Now? She barks when she sees anything around her outside. The neighbor mowing his yard? She’ll stand at the fence and bark at him. Another neighbor’s dog is outside? She’ll stand at the fence and bark at them. A car driving by two streets over? Yep! She’ll stand at the fence and bark at that too. She just doesn’t know how to not bark. Sometimes I kick myself for choosing that name over the rest of them.

But yes, Gabby is now 5 years old and as feisty as ever. She loves to be held by me and even looks like a gopher as I hold her or just snore away in my lap or under the blankets on my bed curled up as close to me as possible. My husband’s family has raised Bostons long before I came into the picture and honestly, I don’t see how I never knew about this breed until 12 years ago. They are, by far, the most incredibly awesome breed I’ve ever had the privilege to know. I also firmly believe if that everyone owned at least one Boston Terrier, this world would be so much happier. How could we not be with these stinky farts and frog legs?

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Author: bostonterrierantics

I'm just a stay-at-home mom of a daughter and three crazy pets. I enjoy writing and just having a good laugh in this serious world.

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