Eleanor Mae is my Boston Terrier. She's a three year old seal brindle (seal means she looks black in dim light and red in sunlight, it's very fashionable.) with pretty markings. She's awesome. Here's her adorable mug.
She's very cute and very serious.
She gets more offended by baths than any other dog I've ever known.
Why did I have to get a bath? I didn't do anything wrong this week.
Ellie loves her tennis balls and to pull the squeakers out of Cuz toys (which I don't mind, they are annoying anyway). She is so in tune to what's going on that when I talk for her, she often looks the correct direction and acts as if I am talking for her. It is very cute.
Don't let that adorable face fool you though. She has a dark addiction to eating poop. Forget all the remedies you've ever heard of, the girl just wants to munch some dooks. She's in rehab right now for the third time this month. Sometimes I catch her eating hair and she says it's her methadone.
Even though she's a poop addict, there is something about this dog that is magical. She charms the pants off of everyone who meets her. She's soft, she's squishy, and she just has IT. I have a tattoo of her face, I wear a necklace with her name on it, and I carry her picture everywhere but it never feels like enough. That pup is an extension of me. She is well-mannered and awesome. My dad threatens to steal her, as does everyone else who meets her. It's hard not to love her though, she is very polite and loves to sneak kisses.
I guess she's my heart dog. I love everything about her. She taught me everything I know about being a good dog owner and being a good person. She gave me something to live for when my world was falling apart. She was my reason to smile when everything else made me cry. She is a great ambassador for her breed and for dogs in general, because she makes every person she meets into a dog person.
My favorite Ellie story is from when I first got her. I took her to my parents' house so my family could meet her. My sister came running down the hall to see her (she was sitting in my lap) and Ellie turned, looked at her, and promptly threw up. Awesome. It's hard to find a dog with a better sense of humor.
I named her Eleanor Mae when I was driving home with her. I was holding her like a baby and softly whispering to her that she was my baby. The person who was with me reminded me that I would not be happy if I named her Baby. Right as I was conceding that he was probably right, the song "Eleanor" by The Low Millions came on. The chorus says "I won't call you Baby anymore, Eleanor" and so it was.
She's around because she keeps me in check. It's hard to be depressed when there is a dog softly snoring next to you. She snuggles like a mug, too. She's my little couch commander and always ready for a walk. She's the first dog that ever felt like MY dog.
Join us later when we discuss the next addition...
she truly IS an awesome snuggler :)
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