Some of Boston's favorite things include any sort of food, being lazy, getting extra attention and love, tearing the squeaker out of a toy, and playing American Gladiator with Annie. There isn't an indestructible toy that she hasn't conquered, and she can finish off a "Will Last Your Dog a Week"" bone in about 15 minutes. To explain the Gladiator interest, she loves to attack Annie when Annie is bringing back a toy that you threw. You throw a toy and off goes Annie, while Boston just watches. But as soon as Annie starts running back, up comes Boston. Her whole mission is to steal the toy from Annie before Annie can get it back to you. She'll use any means necessary, including biting Annie's feet (gently, of course) and dragging her backwards. If Annie gets by her, Boston just lays back down and catches her breath and waits till Annie starts to bring the toy back again. Perhaps we should call her Boston Blaze...
Our second doggie addition is Annie Lou. When Andrew and I had been together for six months, we made the fatal mistake of going to the Humane Society for something to do on a Saturday afternoon. Once we saw those sad puppy eyes, we knew our hearts and homes wouldn't be complete until we adopted the sweet lab/hound mix. Annie, named such as it was near our anniversary when we adopted her (clever huh?), was the saddest, most timid puppy you had ever met. When we brought her home, she was almost 11 months old. Still in the puppy stage, we found out quickly that she couldn't be trusted in a room alone. Oh the books, shoes, pillows, and computer charging cords that we lost in those first few months. After a while though, the discipline got through and the puppyness left. All we lose these days are the toys we buy her and any magazines I happen to leave on the floor.
You wouldn't believe how different of a dog she is now. We thought Boston was an attention hog, but Annie has her eclipsed. On Saturday mornings, Annie sneaks up on the bed and squeezes herself between me and my side of the bed. She will lay there next to you for as long as you will let her. When Andrew is on day shift, once he gets out of bed in the morning, she takes his place in the bed before it has a chance to even begin to cool. She lays her head on the pillow facing me, so that her face is the first thing I see when I wake up. Which at times is sweet as long as she isn't breathing out her mouth when I'm looking at her.
Annie's favorite things include playing fetch, playing fetch, getting love, and playing fetch. Once we threw a ball over 100 times, and she was still bringing it back, albeit very slowly. The pup will fetch anything you can throw that she can fit in her mouth. Her special fetch toys are a rubber monkey, half a tennis ball, and a squeaky chicken. She probably has more tennis balls in her collection than a champion tennis player.
Annie is also the master of facial expressions. This is her "Will you please get that camera lens out of my face" look.
Despite the fact that I am constantly fighting a losing battle against dog hair, we couldn't ask for two better dogs. They are so quiet, well behaved, and laid back. I know that when Baby Amelia comes it will disrupt their atmosphere a bit, but I truly believe they will love and protect her like their own. I am positive that once Amelia starts sleeping in her crib upstairs, Andrew and I won't have bedroom guests anymore. Those two pups will be upstairs with their new little sister.
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