Snoopy

Snoopy was my brother's second Boston. There is a rather complicated story about how he got Snoopy. My brother and my Mother both got Boston pups at about the same time. My brother got Pebbles and my Mother got Snoopy. Shortly after Pebbles arrived on the scene, she needed some type of surgery. While she was recovering, my brother would drop her off at my Mother's house for monitoring, on his way to work. My Mom and Dad soon found that they liked Pebbles, because she was calmer and easier to handle. Soon, they decided to switch dogs. (Sorry, I have no picture of Snoopy or Pebbles.)

Raz-A-Ma-Taz

Taz is my Mother's Boston. He will be ten years old around Christmas time. His eyes roll outward, so you can never tell if he is looking at you, or something else. He doesn't really like other dogs, but he loves his cat, Thomas. They chase each other all around the house when it's playtime. Then they lie on the couch together for a nap.