tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70859399626610184522024-03-13T09:18:24.402-07:00Brooklynne BostonBrooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-22411627921830461642011-12-01T17:18:00.001-08:002011-12-01T17:45:19.057-08:00Playing catch up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-6249880346053860982011-10-11T10:59:00.000-07:002011-10-11T10:59:46.013-07:00Pepper got adopted!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
That's right! There was never a doubt in my mind that Peps would end up in an awesome Forever Home. We got an application from a lovely family out in the country, and I immediately knew it was a great fit for her. Lots of space, and more importantly, lots of love from a very special little girl. So we all piled in the new Jeep (Yay! No more <a href="http://brooklynneboston.blogspot.com/2011/09/peppers-progress-week-3.html">rides in the hot burp!)</a> and took Pepper to her new home.</div>
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<br />*All photos original to Brooklynne Boston<br /><br />Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-82423156128690714112011-09-29T16:25:00.000-07:002011-09-29T16:25:07.755-07:00Pepper's Progress: Week 5<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My apologies for the blog hiatus. A couple of weekends of travelling and lots to do at work added up to no picture posts for a whole two weeks (or was it three? Man, I'm really out of it!). Either way, all that time added up to Pepper getting her last treatments and making her final strides toward looking completely healthy (she's been completely healthy since the first treatment, but she's just looked like a rescue trainwreck). But now Pepper's lookin beautimous and ready to find her forever home! I'm surprised she's still available since she's been one of the most adoptable dogs I've ever fostered, and has been with me far longer than any of the others. I guess it just goes to show that looks do go a long way, and all the pups I've had have been presh. But now that Peps lives up to the adorable Boston Terrier standard, maybe she'll go quickly!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh how far she's come! Spread the word about Pepper -- I want her to spend as much of her small life as possible with a forever family that will love her like she deserves. To adopt Pepper, simply email us at btrescue@texasbostons.com or comment below. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got a lot of pictures of her to get through, here, but here are some notes of her progress, first. Her scabs are almost completely gone. Her skin has almost completely returned to it's normal, not-flaming-red-scaring-ppl-at-the-dog-park state, and in the patches where she lost hair, it's visibly growing back in force.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was Pepper's second trip to this park, and she was surprisingly laid back and confident for an 8 month old puppy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were lucky enough to run into <a href="http://www.tmotley.com/">Tom</a> and Becca at the park, who are new owners of an adorable labradoodle named Luther.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And O got one to match her collar. I love how that color pops against their black fur. Rumor is these same nice ladies might be making some "adopt me!" for future rescues -- I'll keep you posted! </td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Shwew! Well, that was a lot of pictures for one trip to the dog park! But we were there for quite some time, revelling in the sunshine! Me and Toby even went on a bike ride after we got home, soaking up the last of the Labor Day goodness. As far as Peps is concerned, I think in about two weeks, she'll be as good as new and hopefully will have someone waiting to adopt her. Are you interested in bringing her into your life? I think Peps would be happiest in a family with a kids and a stay at home dad or mom that could keep her busy 24/7! Comment below or email me to get more details about the adoption process.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">After just one week with us, Pepper's already making the transformation back into a puppy.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Though her scars are still there. After the second dip, her scabs have all but disappeared and the redness is gone, but her skin is still patchy, and in places like her neck and face, very rough. Hopefully by the time she's done with treatment, that won't be the case. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Pepper and Sam share a moment...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But Olivia, ever vigilant and just a tiny bit possessive, keeps a close eye on the new girl in town. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of Pepper's favorite pastimes is to keep an eye on the birds out on our porch. However, with the temps over 100, she doesn't get to stay out there very long!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I don't care who you are, this picture has to make you smile a bit.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It still hurts to look at her though. As Sam would say, she is starting to look more like she lost a fight with a razor instead of a fight with a lawn mower.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I might start posting bi-weekly updates on Pepper, depending on how quickly the healing process goes. Either way, check back here for Pepper updates as well as some posts on rescues past! I can't wait for you to meet some of the sweet pups we've helped to find new homes. </div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-54752481197568393542011-08-22T10:43:00.000-07:002011-08-22T11:02:05.521-07:00Meet Pepper<div><div>
<br />As I promised, I'm bringing you a post today about my brand new foster puppy, (Yes, puppy! She's only 8 months old) Pepper. Or Pepper Potts, or Paprika, or Paprikash (Any "When Harry Met Sally" fans out there?) or Patches, or the myriad other names I call her. This lucky girl came with her cute name, but Patches, as you will soon see, might be more fitting for her.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>(A heads up to you now -- the photos below of Pepper aren't very pretty! There's no gore or anything, but she's got a skin problem and if you have a weak stomach, you might want to skip this one. If not, read on!)
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<br /></div><div>See, the reason Pepper was surrendered to us was because Pepper had a severe case of demodex, or as it's more commonly known, mites. Her owner couldn't afford the treatment, so she surrendered her to us.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And are we glad she did! We immediately took P to the vet and got all of her shots taken care of, in addition to getting her dipped (she has 4 dips to go before she'll be completely healed of the mite infestation) and getting her medication (as a result of the mites being untreated, she contracted a bacterial infection on most of her skin).</div><div>
<br /></div><div>When Pepper first came to me on Saturday, she was extremely timid and seemed very exhausted. After our visit to the vet, she curled up on the couch and slept for hours. But once she got her nap, her medicine and some food in her, she turned into a puppy again! She does the adorable puppy run that we all know and love, and she loves to wrestle and play with Toby and Olivia. She's already mastered "sit" and "stay," and follows me when I go to get the mail.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Pepper's a good dog that got caught in a bad situation, but I'm so glad she's here now! Pepper will be available for adoption in about a month, once she's all healed up. During that time, I'm going to share some photos of her with you, and we can track her healing progress together on a weekly basis so you can see some of the good work that the Boston Terrier Rescue of North Texas does (they paid for all of the vet bills, and will also pay to have her spayed next month!). It's also a good way to demonstrate that a lot of dogs come to us, young and cute and healthy like <a href="http://brooklynneboston.blogspot.com/2011/08/formal-intros.html">Maggie</a> and <a href="http://brooklynneboston.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-trails.html">Buster</a>, but more often than not, there's a little recovery involved for these poor pups! But if you put in the time and the love, you'll get a best friend in the end. (So cheesy! But it's true.)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So let's take a look at Pepper as she is now (but hopefully won't be for long).</div></div></div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Is this Pepper? Not yet! But I took a photo of Pepper to Pixelmator to draw out a cartoonish idea of what Pepper might look like in about a month! Please excuse the rendition, it was my first time and I'm no graphic designer. On to the real Pepper! </div><div>
<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgoiBCg0x0w/TlKYRfXFrQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vkqTvlocdeA/s1600/Pepper2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgoiBCg0x0w/TlKYRfXFrQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vkqTvlocdeA/s320/Pepper2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643740709292190978" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fL0HRKHQkWE/TlKYRDamU3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/k1fPg78TzyE/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fL0HRKHQkWE/TlKYRDamU3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/k1fPg78TzyE/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643740701790720882" /></a>It's easy to see how infected Pepper is, but especially when she's laying next to healthy-as-a-horse Olivia. Maybe soon they'll start looking more alike.<div>
<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7xA8f29Xjs/TlKYQ9LedqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zxcAfGRozT0/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7xA8f29Xjs/TlKYQ9LedqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zxcAfGRozT0/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643740700116678306" /></a>There's a whole lot of CUTE under all of that RED!</div><div>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlOs_6glVMc/TlKYQqKiaYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y7wKjTrw2Ww/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlOs_6glVMc/TlKYQqKiaYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y7wKjTrw2Ww/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643740695012469122" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uqhLWKD8c/TlKYQIXGgpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-T4p72Ui8w/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uqhLWKD8c/TlKYQIXGgpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-T4p72Ui8w/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643740685938360978" /></a><div>
<br /></div><div>Here's the before. Check up a few photos for the after!</div><div>
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<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tMacq084j8/TlKWT7vozlI/AAAAAAAAAII/CrDTeGT4kXM/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tMacq084j8/TlKWT7vozlI/AAAAAAAAAII/CrDTeGT4kXM/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643738552247832146" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrgLcPNePQo/TlKWTwmUZJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3VZcjKcrTTs/s1600/IMG_1231.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrgLcPNePQo/TlKWTwmUZJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3VZcjKcrTTs/s320/IMG_1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643738549255955602" /></a>The vet said that Pepper's mite problem was worse than the illustration in his handbook!<div>
<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yL0aAHsRqCk/TlKWTgZ3DQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zsursYUOIQQ/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yL0aAHsRqCk/TlKWTgZ3DQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zsursYUOIQQ/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643738544908733698" /></a>
<br /></div><div>She may be a little beat up, but she still has that adorable "Huh?" puppy move down.</div><div>
<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkNCGvnXBrU/TlKWTUCkVbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6G6DVMuWYl8/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkNCGvnXBrU/TlKWTUCkVbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6G6DVMuWYl8/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643738541589812658" /></a>Check back here for more updates on Pepper and life at Brooklynne Boston! I'll be posting a weekly assessment of her recovery in addition to regular updates of goings-on around here!
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<br /></div></div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-90868837756935092422011-08-19T05:10:00.001-07:002011-08-19T05:28:12.216-07:00Happy Friday!I'm excited to announce that within the next few days, I should have a brand new foster to share with you all! <div>
<br /></div><div>But until then, here's a video of Toby and Olivia chewing on their favorite new treats, almonds. It's so cute, they must have a hard time chewing them, because they smack their lips for five minutes after I've given them one!</div><div>
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<br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzjtwy3p6HJrQ0ap9fUPzT79wFHK8pgnb7t2zHPUasc3u7eQ2eFkQUTi2cmNFBsYqTZISXRcdt1uABsRRRCYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-85896544996238600572011-08-18T05:23:00.001-07:002011-08-18T06:00:45.983-07:00Happy Trails<div>My second foster was a little different than my first. Meet Buster. Well, actually, when he came to me, his name was Tennessee, which was kind of a mouthful, albeit cool, so I just called him Buster while he was with me. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Something I've learned about adopters is that they tend to want to change the adopted dog's name once they get them, almost invariably. So I just find a name that fits them (to me) in the mean time to get them used to being called a name they don't respond to :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Buster definitely fit his name in that he was a bit of a handful. Buster was (I talk as if he's dead or something) as sweet as pie, but had a knack for getting into trouble. Not to mention that despite being 30 lbs, he had paws the size of a labrador's and was, thus, quite clumsy. Despite that, however, Buster's forte was climbing fences, one time escaping from a dog run and hi-tailing it into a nearby lake. But he was definitely fun to foster when he wasn't getting into actual trouble.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Btw, I hear his name has now been changed to Simon.</div><div>
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<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ahqSQAeU6M/Tk0IAfK-opI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6tpPfIyfBTA/s1600/Buster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ahqSQAeU6M/Tk0IAfK-opI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6tpPfIyfBTA/s400/Buster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642174712625668754" /></a>
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<br /></div>In other news, I got a new beach cruiser a couple of weeks ago and have been looking for new places to take it. Toby and I snooped around a little and found this awesome bike trail. It winds through the woods, goes across grassy plains, and crosses over big, awesome-looking bridges.<div>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naRtxkqUVoQ/Tk0FQAQhylI/AAAAAAAAAHY/suuattxBDHI/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naRtxkqUVoQ/Tk0FQAQhylI/AAAAAAAAAHY/suuattxBDHI/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642171680670468690" /></a>Even though the trail was cool, it was still pretty freaking hot out (no pun intended). You can see how ridiculous it was by Toby's face. He's like, "Wth, I'm standing here in 100 degree heat and you're taking PICTURES?!" Toby sounds a lot like my husband Sam, sometimes.<div>
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<br />Toby and I found a little stream at the end of the bike trail, so we took a minute to cool off before turning back around to go home.<div>
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<br /></div></div></div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-51463118673552448992011-08-13T17:08:00.000-07:002011-08-13T22:41:15.587-07:00Formal Intros<div><meta charset="utf-8"><div>I'd like to start off by introducing 1. Toby and Olivia and 2. One of my former BT tenants, courtesy of the Boston Terrier Rescue of North Texas. So first off, here are some pics of my painfully adorable Toby and Olivia. Toby is very regal, and thus, I don't get a picture of him looking relaxed and happy very often. However, point a camera at O and she practically poses with a boa around her neck. Yes, I personify my dogs. Sometimes. In my head. Look at the pictures already. (Please disregard my weird red hair in one of the pics below -- it was a phase. As was the sparkly pleated catholic-school-girl-meets-curtain top I was wearing.)</div></div><div style="text-align: left; ">
<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeuRyegpBa4/TkdUAb7KroI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D9z8giNZ83s/s1600/T%2Blei.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeuRyegpBa4/TkdUAb7KroI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D9z8giNZ83s/s400/T%2Blei.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640569424777490050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Toby gets lei'd. Come on, it's all I got.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLAlwTxZ5Ys/TkdUAXOj1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Vwo6kMWCJ4/s1600/Olivia%2BSleeping.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLAlwTxZ5Ys/TkdUAXOj1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Vwo6kMWCJ4/s400/Olivia%2BSleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640569423516652946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">O taking a wrinkly-faced nap on a long car ride.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xydAQ1YwX0g/TkdUADQ44KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UZUldEaxg8s/s1600/O%2BRolling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xydAQ1YwX0g/TkdUADQ44KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UZUldEaxg8s/s400/O%2BRolling%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640569418157711522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What's that? A camera? Just give me a second to get adorable...</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KmfB84Xh5o/TkdT_0rdW6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/B1x7_VUF-AU/s1600/BT.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KmfB84Xh5o/TkdT_0rdW6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/B1x7_VUF-AU/s400/BT.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640569414242622370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">besties.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8kV_V3d_Ps/TkdTkacnQUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H5Jbg39mLDo/s1600/T%2Band%2BO%2Bnapping%2Bon%2Beach%2Bother.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8kV_V3d_Ps/TkdTkacnQUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H5Jbg39mLDo/s400/T%2Band%2BO%2Bnapping%2Bon%2Beach%2Bother.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640568943344566594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They snuggle. It's cute.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA_Iprq2wg8/TkdTkVDQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UGQh9Tupaok/s1600/T%2Bpanting.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA_Iprq2wg8/TkdTkVDQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UGQh9Tupaok/s400/T%2Bpanting.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640568941896065554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After our morning run.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22WUNwdDfaY/TkdTkE3JJyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ac54AIwbXdU/s1600/O%2BRolling.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22WUNwdDfaY/TkdTkE3JJyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ac54AIwbXdU/s400/O%2BRolling.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640568937550260002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBFNAPUWX4w/TkdTkPVMHBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KIUC6FkNyIQ/s1600/Me%2Band%2BToby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBFNAPUWX4w/TkdTkPVMHBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KIUC6FkNyIQ/s400/Me%2Band%2BToby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640568940360637458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Keep scrolling. No bad hairdos to see here.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r-PMI611pg/TkdTj4AX7XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/be5FXHi6h-Q/s1600/TO%2Bin%2Bchair.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r-PMI611pg/TkdTj4AX7XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/be5FXHi6h-Q/s400/TO%2Bin%2Bchair.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640568934099316082" /></a>
<br /><div>My first foster, and my favorite so far, was Maggie. She was an owner surrender after she had to have some costly surgery, but she made a complete recovery and was completely delightful, a good way for us to get our feet wet in the fostering world.</div><div><div></div></div><div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Maggie's "Please adopt me" face. It worked!</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. Check out a vid I made of Maggie before she left me! After this hit Facebook, it was only a matter of hourse before she was spoken for.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div></div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085939962661018452.post-28558127998375176182011-08-13T16:41:00.000-07:002011-08-13T16:58:45.253-07:00And so it begins....but really, it's been going on for some time now. My love for the city of Boston as well as the breed of dog that carries its namesake. But before we get to all of that, let's back up. <div>
<br /></div><div>Welcome! My name is Brooklynne, and as much as the title might make it sound like I do, I no longer live in Boston. However, I used to. And in my cherished and fondly-remembered time there, my husband and I purchased a black and white bundle of love known as a Boston terrier puppy. Cliche, right? Get over it. Thus began my love affair with the city as well as the breed, as me and Toby (aforementioned bundle), discovered Beantown together. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We ventured daily into the centuries-old city, so filled with historical wonder, and soaked up the culture, the sights and the smells (which were varied and not all great, I assure you). But in just two short years, and 1/8th of Toby's life, we had to leave. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>So now, we're in Dallas, but we're both still Bostonians at heart. We added to our Boston collection last year when we purchased Olivia, a smaller version of Toby, who has been a delightful addition to our little family.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm starting this blog for a number of reasons:</div><div>
<br /></div><div>1. I like reading blogs. I'm also a writer, thus, it follows to write a blog.</div><div>2. I long to post my photos somewhere besides Facebook.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>but most importantly...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>3. I have recently started fostering for the Boston Terrier Rescue of North Texas. Every couple of weeks, I have a new pug-nosed visitor rotating through my house. I love each new one just as much as the last, and I don't want to forget them once they go off to their new homes! Also, who doesn't love looking at pictures of cute puppies? Or maybe horses are your thing. To each his own. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>This will likely be a catch-all for my life updates, but who can tell now? We've only just begun.</div>Brooklynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00498675390052194199noreply@blogger.com2