I knew Pebbles breeder from being in a chat online for about a year.  I had never seen a brown and white Boston, till I saw her daddy Yogi.  Pebbles is such a lover. 

In 2002 IMHA.  An immune disease that her system destroys her red blood cells.  Our current vet feels she is in remission as her dosage of prednisone is such a low dose.  Also she has since been spayed.

We have each other trained well; she talks to us and I will try to post a video.  WE get ready for bed and tell her it is bedtime and out the doggie door she goes to do her business.

She is getting use to her new sister,Pocus.  They lay in the front window together and even play chase in the house. 

Pocus has been such a joy to us.  She came to live with us Mother's Day last year.  She belonged to a dear friend and when we lost our Bruzer, she was a gift from this friend. 

She has taught us so much and has also learned so much.  She loves to do her happy dance.. She bounces her front paws on the floor in a dance like fashion.  She loves to lay in the front window with her sissy and she loves to chase her sissy.  She will walk my Pebbles and swat her in the butt and then run.

Snorts was my first Boston Terrier.  My grandparents had two when I was a teenager.  Hubby and I were raising Chihuahua's and wanted a different breed after the loss of our favorite one, ET.

Snorts was the runt of her litter. She grew to 11 inches long and 11 inches high and top weight was 11-12pounds.

She hated the cold; she would do her pee pee dance(move forward a bit then back several times). Little did we know that the altitude was not being nice our our baby.  WE lost her to CHF in Jan 2003.  WE still miss her to this day.

I was in the operating room when Bruzer and his sister Piglet were born.  I did not know as much as I do know, about the breed.  There were 4 babies but we lost two.   I blame myself, but also the vet who really did not know much about the breed himself, as far as I am concerned.  When he was born I said "wow, what a bruzer."  He was short and stocky.  The name stuck so he was Dickerson's John Wayne Bruzer"

He was always wanting to make us so happy.  He made very move we did with stride.  After we moved to Arizona he would have a cough like a human clearing his throat.  Thought he was mimicking his dad, as hubby had a lung disorder and he did the same thing.

Well, he started sitting up in middle of the night a scream and fall out.  Took him to the vet; and finally I wanted to have a chest x-ray as his breathing was not the best at night.

My boy had a tumor in his chest and it was to where it had his esopghagus pushed far to the right side of his body.  We opted that we would just keep him comfortable.  One of his new nicknames was Mr Hippity Hop.  He would do a dance like that when we would come home.  Told hubby that once he could no longer be that way it was time.  That time came Jan 29th, one month after being diagnosed and his birthday.  And 2 days after the anniversary of his mom's trip to Rainbow Bridge.  I took him and the vet was awesome.  My boy went right to sleep and I could see the peace in his eyes.  Enough said as tears will not let me see much.  He is greatly missed as well as his momma.

We will see them both one day.