Gotta Get That Boom Boom Boom!

I went to the shelter to do some routine assessments one night in November. Lo and behold, 

there sat a gorgeous male Boston Terrier in one of the kennels. He was wearing a urine soaked red and white striped sweater, sitting there staring up at me with that same dorky expression all Bostons wear. His face looked like, "I don't know how I got here, but boy I'm sure glad I've still got my stinky sweater!". I had to get this doofus out, stat. I grew up with Bostons and this one looked just like my family's Buster, who passed away the previous Christmas. We named him Boomer, because all Bostons must have names that start with the letter "B". He was someone's dog, but no one ever came looking for him. Just goes to show it can happen to anybody.

It's always exciting when you find a highly desirable purebred dog in animal control, in a very annoying and sad kind of way. You can expect to be absolutely flooded with applications for a Boston Terrier, a Poodle, a French Bulldog, a Havipoo, a Labradoodle, [insert any designer dog you can think of here]. That's all fine and dandy, except that the perfectly behaved mutt who has been waiting for a home for months hasn't gotten a single decent application while the naughty Boston has gotten 30 in 48 hours. Just sort of peeves me. BUT, it is awesome to show people that you DO find purebred dogs in shelters and you don't have to purchase from a breeder or puppy store. It's also insanely helpful for the rescue group to draw the kind of attention that comes along with a purebred dog. Now people know to look at Group X in the future, because they had that desirable dog you were looking for in the past. My biggest thing is raising awareness that it's not all Chihuahuas, Pit Bulls, and mutts in animal control. A lot of people still don't realize that and Boomer was a perfect chance to remind everyone.

Boomer hanging out at Drake's Brewery

True to Boston form, Boomer was a naughty, rambunctious, food-shoveling, farting, humping, snoring, disaster of a dog. Needless to say, he and Douille got along great. They were Cheech & Chong, two peas in a pod, Dumb & Dumber. They spent 20 hours a day humping and chasing each other, leaving a whirlwind of annoyance in their wake. Boomer was a nice little dog, but boy he needed to get adopted ASAP. In addition to making our household a nut farm for the week we had him, Drew turned out to be allergic to him. He couldn't touch him without breaking out in hives. Fortunately, Boomer got adopted after a short week by the perfect family who had just lost their elderly Boston a few months prior. He now lives with his mom, dad, and two young human siblings who keep him busy around the clock. All it took was word of mouth and a few pictures of that silly Boston face to find Boomer the perfect match. I wish it was that easy for every homeless dog.