Celebrity Canines

Appreciate your commitment and dedication to BTs! We have 2 - Suzuki Beane and Etta Mae - The love of our lives.

We have a 2 year old Boston Terrierist, Buddy, and we absolutely love him. My husband had one as a child and always wanted another one - Buddy fulfilled that wish and filled our home with activity and love. I can't remember life without him. Boston's are the sweetest, friendliest, most active and happy-go-lucky dogs on earth. Loves everyone and everyone loves him. Thanx for sharing your dog with us, Rose!

Omg.... I've always loved you in charmed and last night i saw that interview on dogs 101 i havefour boston... one of my bostons gave birth and i thought i almost lost her i was freakin out and when i found out you lost yours it touched me hopefully you will look to adopting another when the time is right.. i would even give you one of my adorable pups aaro.alzuarte@yaoo.com good luck ..

Dear Rose, I am a married 40yr old looking to find a pet. We think we have narrowed the search to a Boston Terrier. Could you be kind enough to tell me if I should be looking out for anything special. I have cystic fibrosis and have had a double lung transplant and a kidney transplant and my activity threshold is somewhat limited( i don't want to limit any dog that we chose to a life less active than they need). I can see by the show I watched the other night that you are a smart caring person when it comes to Bostons and I want to make sure we make the right choice. What reading material would you recommend or maybe a website I could browse. I am active and like outdoor activities as well as just curling up on the couch with my wife. Thank you for your time. Matt mgld6@aol.com

Rose I have had Tux for 3 great years and going strong! I appreciate your love for this breed! Dawn

My name is Michelle and I an the proud owner of Sammy my Boston Terrier. I am the mother of 3 Ben 15, Kyle 14 and Sarah 6. Sammy is presently 8 and 1/2 years old. He was born September 3, 2000. I remember like it was just yesterday. After having my two boys we tried for a third, but initially it was not to be. My husband told me fro Christmas that I could have a dog and that could be my baby. We went to a breeder that someone suggested. My husband always like the Boston Terrier. I remember the breader bringing about about 6 puppies that were 12 weeks old. All the other dogs were walking all over my puppy. I felt so bad for him. He looked so scared with everything going on. I picked him up to hold him and he began to shake. I could feel how nervous he was. When I put him down I picked him right back up. I knew at this time He was my baby. Sammy was a great puppy and so easily trainable. The big test came in August 2002 when I found out after all this time I was having another baby. I was worried how Sammy would react having to share me since he was my baby. He was always with me and even slept right next to me in bed. When I brought Sarah home in May of 2003 Sammy smelled her and licked her face. I tried to give him as much attention as I could, but he took to the new situation well. This was my first dog. I never had a dog when I was little because where we lived pets were not allowed. Now I can't imagine my life without my Sammy. I love him more then just a pet. I feel like he is part of my family. Sammy's health up until now has been excellent. I made sure I brought him to all his vet appointments and gave him his heart worm medication. He never nedded anything else. I brought him to be groomed and even made sure he had the special dog food the vet recommended for Sammy. Although, this dog food was more expensive my dog deservred only the best. My children adore him. He is especially fond of my little girl. He is very protective of all of us but, he is very fond of myself and Sarah. On June 23, 2009 life as I knew it was about to change. About I month ago Sammy developed what looked like a skin infection on his left side. It was red and round and like any good mother took her baby to be looked at. The vet at the time took a smear and did not find anything abnormal. She gave me antibiotics for 2 weeks. I felt so blessed and so happy that it was something so simple. The vet did tell me that if the area was not better after a few weeks to make an appointment for a recheck. About 3 weeks later I called to make a recheck. This time the vet told me it would probably be a good idea to cut it out. Again I did not think anything until she asked me if she could do a needle biopsy on the area. I asked he what she suspected and she had said a type of tumor that maybe serious. I allowed the test thinking because the smear was negative the vet was going to tell me that it was nothing serious and Sammy and I could go home. She came back in the room and I could tell something was wrong. At this point I began to cry. I then learned that Sammy had what was called a Mast Cell Tumor. The vet explained it and until they did the surgery they would not know the grade. All I knew after the explaination that Grade I was good with Grade 3 being the worst. They wanted to do the surgery that day. I called to my husband crying. If we did nothing Sammy would die. There were no promises that Sammy would be ok after the surgery since they did not know if the cancer was localized to the area. My husband and I agreed to the surgery and to an ultrasound to see if the cancer had spread to the spllen, lymph nodes or liver. The initial report was excellent. Nothing was seen in these common area where the cancer spreads. I could only hope now that they remove all the cancer and the the grade was low. The next thing was telling my children. All my kids took it hard. We were all crying. We just wanted Sammy to be ok. I picked up Sammy at the vet the next day. He was all stitched up on his left side and he had this collar around his head. I don't know who was more excited to see each other Sammy or I. The vet of course called the previous day to tell me how well he did during the surgery. I also found out that when they did an echocardiogram of his heart before surgery that he had a heart defect most likely from birth on the left side of his heart in one of the valve's. It was a relief that he only has a liitle murmur. It did not interfere with the operation. I thought I will take a little murmur over cancer. When Sammy came home he was his loveable self. It has been hard because he could not jump or play do to his stitches. Of course Sammy loves to jump up to sit next to you. About a week later I got a call from the vet's office. You just know by the persons voice that something was wrong. The large Mast Cell Tumor that was removed was a grade 3. The vet also told me that they were unable to get all the cancer cells despite removing quite a bit of extra area. Now came the choices. I could take the dog to an animal cancer doctor for radiation and chemotherapy, but it would be quite expensive. Chemotherapy could be done in the office over a 16 week period which would be cheeper or our last choice was to give him medicaation that would decrease his immune system and slow down things, but he would probably only live for maybe a year. I was even told that the chemotherapy and radiation may give him 1-2 more years. I would do anything for my Sammy I love him. How do you tell your baby that because of fianicial reasons you can't afford to pay for his medical care. I even took out a credit card from the vet's office to pay for his surgery just to give him a chance. I would do it all agian in a second, but all the crying and praying in the world is not going to help. I look at my dog and feel so guilty. I cry everyday. I can't imagine my life without him. I love him so much. I had to tell my older kids because they understand abouut money, but how do you tell a 6 year old that her dog is going to die and there is nothing else you can do. She tells me that when she is sick she goes to the Dr. and I take care of he and she gets better. I look at my Sammy who does not look sick at all right now. He is so wonderful and loveable. I can't believe that I have to watch as cancer will eventually take over his life. Sammy knows me as mommy. I feel guilt everyday that I can't afford to get him the care he deserves. At least if I tried everything that was available then I could maybe find some piece knowing that I did my best to save my baby. Knowing there is nothing else you can do makes me so upset. I know there are many people who have lost pets and they are fine and even get another pet. All I know is We love our dog and all We want is the best possible care for him and to give him the longest life possible with us. If you or anyone you knoe could help Sammy my family and I would be greatly appreciated. Email address michellers@msn.com. Thank You in advance for your consideration in this matter.