The Giggling Truckers Wife Writes: Boston terrier

Several years back my husband surprised me with a belated birthday gift. Considering I have been a cat lover all my life, I was shocked to discover that he had traded two CB radios for a Boston terrier puppy. He quickly sent me pictures and I can honestly say it was love at first sight. How could I not fall immediately in love with that sweet face? I counted the days until the newest addition to my menagerie would finally come home to me.

My Boston terrier puppy proved to be just as adorable in real life as he was in the pictures. I named him Jolly because of his happy personality. He follows me everywhere and is the perfect teddy bear at night. Even though he snores, farts, and occasionally blows fart juice, I love him.

Boston terriers were first recognized by the American Kennel Club in 1893. One day an English bulldog and an English terrier got jiggy, and the next thing you know the Boston terrier breed was born. The breed has been described as the ultimate American gentleman with a coat resembling a dressy replica of a tuxedo and tails.

My Jolly loves to eat. He constantly is begging for a treat. Every time we sit down for dinner, Jolly is right there standing on his hind legs with front paws on the table waiting for his due. He dominates the household when it comes to any kind of food. He is the biggest dog I own, and has no remorse about throwing his weight around to lick any plates clean. He is spoiled rotten because I can’t honestly resist that face. If you try to ignore him, he will whine until he gets his way.

Occasionally he will pull himself up on the bed with his front paws like it is all he can do to get on the bed. The next minute he will leap from over the entire width of my king sized bed like some fanciful unicorn. My little Jolly is fairly laid back and will tolerate my miniature pinscher humping his head. He gets this mortified look on his face like he is wondering why, but he will sit and endure it. He loves everyone in the family equally, unlike the other dogs that have their definite favorite person they cuddle with. When my husband comes home I have to lock Jolly in the garage so he can even get in the door. Jolly becomes so hyper in his exuberance he practically blows a blood vessel in his excitement. He jumps up and down barking and can’t wait to bathe my husband’s face and hair with his tongue.

Jolly even has social graces and has the decency to look mortified when he unleashes the fury and farts. He also will shake hands, or paws in his case. He is just the coolest dog and I can't imagine life without him!! I can honestly say that my Jolly began a love affair with the Boston terrier breed I may never get over until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.