I just wanted to post a little anecdote. And it's and inspiration to those without bostons who so despiratly want one, but there is that one person in your life who just isn't the dog type of person:

My grandfather owns 2 houses, his and a few towns away, a 2-family where my mom and sisters live upstairs and me, my bf and our babies live downstairs. Now my landlord, my grandfather, is a stubborn old swede. I'm sure those of you that know a swede, or are a swede, know exactly what I am talking about. He's not the most animal loving person, he'll view them from a nice, safe distance, but certainly never show any sort of love towards them. He still brings up every now and then about when I brought my late bunny Raeni to his house one Thanksgiving, he lost 2 lamps and a telephone to her chewing. He calls my rabbits the "pellet machines", cause pellets go in and pellets come out! When I first asked him about getting a dog, he was much turned off to the idea, and told me he'd "think about it." 3 weeks goes by, no word. Finally I ask him, batting my eyes, and he says, "Oh fine get your dog." And I kiss his feet. We get Roxie some weeks later. My grandfahter comes over probably every day or every other day to do work on our old house. He avoids Roxie. She tries to play with him and he says to me, "I played with my children and my grandchildren, but she's not my cup of tea." She pooped in her crate and he says, "I smelled her before I saw her." She chews on the couch pillows and he says, "Hmmm...does she always chew things like that?" She's playing rough and he gives a disapproving look. She farts and he says, "Ooo...she's smelly."

Fast forward, a month after we got her--He's been doing work in the house all day, I come home from work to find him still there. He says, "Is she feeling well today? I usually hear her bark in her crate but today she was quiet." The next week, he's looking through my Dog Encyclopedia on the Boston Terrier page, and says to my mom, "Gee, they have nothing but good things to say about this breed!" The week after, I'm holding her as he's leaving, and he says, "Bye Roxie!" and waves to her.

TODAY, Saturday--Mike and I stayed home most of the day, and my grandfather came over about noon. She's running around as he's working. He's pausing between wallpapering to scratch her ears and talk to her. He moved his wallpapering supplies out of her reach so she wouldn't get sick. He's singing little made up songs to her, going "Foxy Roxie! La di da di da." (I found the lyrics kind of gross, but well beggers can't be choosers!) And he said "Bye Roxie!" as he left, and waved to her.

No one, not even stubborn old men who don't even like dogs that much, can resist a boston terrier!