At this point everyone who reads my little blog knows we have a very silly Boston terrier named Fenway. He is now over twelve years old and we call him our "Frostie Bostie" because of his grey little face. I know it won't be too many more years before he breaks our hearts....but for now he makes us smile and laugh every day and certainly gets us out to walk the neighborhood.
He seems to have a morning routine. First a quick walk, then back in for immediate breakfast and then he wipes his face under the couch cushions and then he cleans his teeth. Ten minutes or so of serious chewing on one of his plastic "bones". We're just feeling guilty that he doesn't have many to choose from.
We watch him as he sniffs each one....then the chosen tooth brush goes between his paws and he zones out, eyes half closed, while happily chomping town on the one he decided was just right. He chews on the right side of his mouth....then the left so all his teeth get some attention. Today was little-green-chewy.
He's a creature of habit....but he does like having choices!
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