my boston was rescued on my birthday november 12, 2005 from the louisville humane society. he wasn't the first dog i wanted. it was my birthday and of course i want a tiny baby puppy but we saw him and instantly knew he needed our help. he was sick, had kennel cough, mange, you name it. the dogs next to him at the humane society were occupied with katrina victim dogs and this puppy had caught a nasty virus from them. his teeth are deformed and it makes a pathway for his tongue to stick straight out of his mouth at all times. he was about 6 months old when we adopted him.

we named him mr. french but call him frenchie. we fell in love instantly. we eat, sleeps, walks, and does everything with me. it was abit scary when we brought him home, for the first couple of weeks he was disturbingly sick and almost died. but now his mange is almost completely gone and his coat/markings are goregous. he is the sweetest most exciting puppy i could had asked for.