I don't know what happened! There must have been a new groomer, but Bosley came home looking so unlike him self!
One day my daughter asked me to make pumpkin bars. We both went to the pantry and saw that we were out of canned pumpkin. Upon hearing this, Bosley came to our aid. After closing the panty door, we both were amazed to see Bosley sitting there by the door, holding his pumpkin in his mouth, letting us know we could use his pumpkin to bake pumpkin bars!
Such a good boy!
Curious about outside noises, but being so short he couldn't look out the storm door unless he stood upright.
Looking at these images reminds me of how little he really was. He loved belly scratchings.
Bosley began growing quickly. At first he was all fluff, light as could be and the size of a large hamster. We started notices his funny little quirks. His little facial expressions, his "fake" sneezes and nervous yawns.
You wouldn't know it by the amount of photos we have of him, but he disliked having his picture taken.
It didn't take long to potty train Bosley. He learned quickly. He was always very smart from the beginning. He knew his toys by name. Curious by nature, he never destroyed a thing. NEVER. He would investigate, but leave well enough alone.
We began giving him small thin chew toys as rewards. *(More on this later).
He always had full run of the house, but preferred sitting on our lap or next to us on the couch.
I had been wanting a Maltese for a while. Growing up, my first dog was a Maltese. Jingles. We had him two years then he went to live at my grandma's house.
I kept saying I wanted a cute little white fluffy cloud puppy, that would want to be with me all of the time, snuggle and cuddle on my lap and preferably a boy dog.
By chance I called Petsmart, they said they didn't really get Maltese pups in, but to stop by at 11:00 am. There was going to be a Shih Tzu litter for adoption. So we went....
In that litter was ONE all white pup. I said "that's the one I want!" He was a boy too!! We adopted him and took him home.
He was tiny. He slept with me for two months straight. We were inseparable. At his first vet appointment, I asked the Doctor what kind of dog he was. His mother I knew was a rat terrier, but the vet said it's possible for the litter to have two fathers and that Bosley definitely WAS a maltese!!
This is how he slept, every night. Curled up on my shoulder.