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My Boston Terrier, Elvis. |
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This is the guy that is usually putting his paw on my knee to get my undivided attention/asking permission to get on my lap. OR he is some how jamming his way behind me on my computer chair thus leaving me with only the lip of the chair to sit on. Or desperately trying to fit across my lap. Which never works because I just don't have a big enough lap for him to fit on, he falls off, can hardly ever find the right position, and 'mommie' is always left holding her arms around him so that he can be held in the most comfortable position for him... so then she can't type, use the mouse, or really get anything done. Though he is very sweet and just so darn cute I don't usually mind. The closer Elvis can get to me the better. I think things would be easier for us if I had either a much bigger chair OR a much bigger lap. Elvis is defiantly a lap dog. He is a pretty mellow little guy, only going complete doggie crazy when outside (thats where he thinks any good dog SHOULD go nuts, run circles, and play hard). He loves couches, beds, futons, chairs, well placed blankets on the floor to do his favorite pastime on, sleep. Rarely, he will play in doors but he will only do so by himself; tossing a helpless squeak toy around and chomping on it. It never gets out of hand though, he is a gentleman after all. Like any pet owner and if you couldn't tell by now, I absolutely adore him. He has come a long way from being the scared little rescued puppy-mill dog. His personality has really bloomed. Though he isn't perfect because of the brain scrambling that happened at his former home. He is frightened near to death at anything new, or ANYONE new. He shakes and hides, barks. He is extremely passive aggressive. Loud noises send him into fits of shaking and barking. He is just so darn scared. Thunderstorms are the worst. At the first rumble he is glued to the nearest person(my husband or myself) and he starts hyper-ventilating (have you EVER heard of a dog doing that?). He USE to cower if someone stood over top of him and started to pet him. Now he can't get enough petting, scartching, and rubbing. He use to be afraid of shoes, specially leather boots. I had to keep them in closets because he would bark, growl, tremble, and NEVER get near them. This has led us to believe he was abused by being kicked at one point in his early life. Things have changed now, he is no longer afraid of anything that goes on feet. He has always loved children and playing with them outside (the smaller the better). I think it is because kids are closer to his own height, its much less intimidating. Its easier for him to get use to women than men but its not impossible for him to finally have a friendship with a new person. Just takes time. He is my little guy, I couldn't imagine life without him. |
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