We all know I am obsessed with Dexter. Our dog.
He is named for the character Dexter Morgan, in the series “Dexter!”
I am seriously one Xanax away from starting a Dexter Blog.
I am nervous about starting one, because I think when you start writing a blog from a dog’s perspective, and whose highest point of his day is to lick his balls, and biting Annabelle’s nose.
There is a good chance that the blog is going to be a bit more labour, and a lot less love.
I purchased Dexter through Caroline van Deventer, who is a breeder and lives up country.
I had done a fair amount of research on the breed at the point of approaching a breeder, and had seen them at shows, and spoken to a few Boston Terrier people. I prefer to get my dogs via breeders, as I usually have aspirations of dog showing.
I am not knocking anyone or making judgement or suggesting you change the way you acquire a dog for your home. If you feel strongly about people getting their dogs through shelters and so on, really that is fine. My choice is just a bit different.
And here is the key. It is my choice!
I chatted telephonically and via email to Caroline, and at the end of the day I had to trust her decision.
I had just gone through a 2 – 3 month process with another breeder, that in the end resulted in me cancelling the puppy, and walking away from the arrangement, so I did start this process thinking “well, this may not go well.”
Caroline was professional thorough and like a good breeder was a good resource for advise and suggestions on Boston Terriers. Dexter was sent to us in a crate and we collected him at the airport in January 2012.
Dexter had managed to shit the crate full — like spray painted the walls in faeces. I did think this was rather fitting considering his name, and considering Dexter Morgan also started off in a cargo crate sprayed with bl0od.
I posted a picture recently and showing progress on my “dog training” with Dexter through Cape Province Dog Training.
What you can’t see is the other dogs and distractions happening off to the side.
Dexter was following a “stay-sit-stay” command, and I was showing off a bit by dropping his lead.
I am meant to step away from him, and he is meant to remain in the sitting position for a full minute, until I return to his right hand side and release him from it.
Four weeks ago, I would not have believed there was a hope in hell of this ever happening. So I can’t quite hide my excitement when “dog training” actually appeared to be working, and for a short moment in time, I realise I was in deed the pack leader.
Dexter is a fine looking lad, and even by Boston Terrier standards he is quite a hottie!
Caroline posted this picture of Dexter when he was a wee puppy —-
How freaking cute is that??