Last night I went to see shih-tzus up in Bromont, thinking of maybe reserving one of them.

I have to say, however, that although they were really nice and well-behaved, playful and friendly, I didn’t get that gut “YES!” reaction to them. Maybe it’s because they were all so hairy and I don’t like hairy dogs. I’ve always had the intention of shaving the shih if I got one.

On the way home, I called Matt the vet to discuss this. We talked about other breeds I have disqualified and why. Chihuahua because of the reputation, Boston Terrier (my faaaaavorite) because T finds them ugly.

15 minutes later Matt calls me back and says that at his girlfriend’s clinic (she’s also a vet), they’ve had a litter of Bostons and are looking to give them away. FREE. Ooooooh, if I could just talk T into it. Call T, and he says okay. (Can you say zillions of brownie points? I knew you could.)

Read up some more on Bostons this morning, and just seeing the pictures I had that “YES!” gut feeling. So now I’m just waiting to find out if there are any Bostons left at the clinic, as Matt is supposed to check today.

So I’m waiting for my boyfriend to call*.
And I’m waiting for my ex-boyfriend to call.

(*see previous post)