A photo of our good boi, who has been gone for a while now. He liked picnics and cookouts even more than we do. He did not get his hot dog on this occasion. (He wasn’t the kind to go for the quick snatch of unguarded food, either.)
If we were ever to get another dog after our current elderly canine follows the boi into the doggie hereafter, I’d definitely think about a Boston terrier. I like their temperament, their energy. It’s terrier energy without the kind of neurotic, obsessive thing that most terriers are prone to. Bostons do have some health issues, most prominently involving their eyes and their breathing. (Like a lot of dogs bred for flat faces, the way that they breathe also guarantees that they’re champion farters.) But I also think I’m up for taking a break on dog ownership for a while when the time arrives. It will be nice to travel without having to worry about dog care.
I’m kind of stunned by the dramatic rise in thefts of French bulldogs, though. The way that certain kinds of property crimes track against particular kinds of hot markets for trendy commodities is a curious thing, because it speaks to a certain kind of organization or coordination—that there is a small subset of people out there who almost have a kind of research skill, that they are looking for chances to snatch something where there is a low cost to the operation itself, where law enforcement is unlikely to expend resources investigating, and where the profit potential is high.
Good to see Mr. Stix in his prime.