Once our eyes met, I knew I would belong to him forever . . .
A Boston Terrier, he's my gent in a tux.
He's 6 months old.
He follows me everywhere . . .
He smells like gingerbread, somehow. . .
His name is Abbott . . .
And I love him madly.
P.S. Hi Sophie!
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Oh, that is the cutest baby! No wonder you're in love!
XO,
Sheila :-)
I have a cousin/boyfriend(weird, I know) named Fennie and he's adorable like you, Abbott! check out my post....http://fromsophiesview.blogspot.com/2010/12/boxing-day-visit.html Fennie is a speedy little feller!
Oh he is adorable! Lucky you!
We had one of those when I was a kid. Name was Butch. and He loved it when we would put a big green garbage bag over us and chase him.
He also loved when we would use the window unit to blow bubbles.
He could jump amazingly high to catch them.
Congratualtions, he's a cutie!
Get out of here! Way too cute for me! Abbott welcome to the 'blog world'. Renee, you are going to have a ball! How lucky is Abbott?!
I love Boston Terriers. A friend of mine has two and they are so cute.
Congratulations - he is absolutely adorable.
xo
Claudia
Oh how adorable is Abbott what a cutie!
love
Lyn
xxx
Abbott, you are so very precious! And you must smell so good... and puppy breath is wonderful as well...
Abbott is adorable. No wonder you fell in love. A puppy is about the happiest, most wonderful, little bundle of joy that there is.
Congratulations to you.
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