I LOVE MY JOB

It's amazing to think that week three of the new job is already coming to an end. Despite absolutely loving it, it's a bummer I am rid of an extended summer break. I guess it's a sacrifice I have to make to get where I want to go. I have a feeling the summer work days are also impacting the dog. This is what he's been up to since I got home today...

I can't decide if this is Alfredo's way of convincing me to take him to work, but it certainly makes me wish I was self-employed so that I could. Even a "take your dog to work day" would be awesome in my opinion. Until I establish my own "something", one can dream I guess...

On a side note, I happen to just love this picture. Anytime he shows off his needle teeth, known as his Rumpelstiltskins, I basically melt. Looks like he's ready to confirm contract transactions to me! 

Why a Boston?

I'm often asked, "Why did you choose a Boston Terrier?" Well, I must say, my first encounter with a Boston was surprisingly when I lived overseas in Oxford, England back in 2007. Surprising because Boston Terriers are actually American bred dogs (one of the few I may add). In fact, their nickname is "America's Gentleman" because their fur coloring appears as if they are wearing a tuxedo. You can be the judge of that...

Anyway, I met a good (and American)  friend while overseas, named Krista, who just happened to have a Boston Terrier. Her name was Lady, and I just loved her. 

She had all the characteristics I ever wanted in a dog, a true companion with personality, which is exactly what I got with Alfredo. Fast forward three years, which is when Alfredo came into my life. I couldn't imagine having another breed now. Like most Boston owners, I'm probably a "Boston Lifer." There is no doubt that I have probably also influenced others to adopt a Boston, which is good, because these dogs deserve nothing less than constant love and companionship. 

Petsmart = Toys "R" Us

Summers in Arizona are a bit rough. I may laugh at the rest of the country during the winter season, but I think it's safe to say [they] get revenge during the summer. It's July 2nd, and already Arizonians have experienced multiple days in the triple digits. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be able to say that I know what 122 degrees feels like. In fact, the hottest outside temperature I have ever experienced here in Arizona is 127 degrees. 

With that being said, I enjoy doing things as much as possible in the wee hours of the morning and late evening during the summer months. This includes entertaining Alfredo, who is basically held captive inside from the scorching outside temperatures. I have to get creative in terms of keeping him active, so I stick to dog friendly places. Unfortunately, this is pretty limiting. 

Depending on the occasion, Alfredo either enjoys or hates dislikes Petsmart, a dog friendly place. For example, buying things, i.e. yum yums, toys, treats, or any type of food, is enjoyable. On the flipside, visiting Banfield (the vet inside of Petsmart), the groomer, or the doggy hotel are not so enjoyable. Let's stick to an enjoyable story...

One of Alfie's greatest pleasures is strolling down the toy aisle, and yes, he knows exactly where it's located. It's just the same as taking a child into a toy store. Their eyes light up, and they want everything in sight. Well, at least Alfredo does anyway. Here he is making his most recent selection...

The funny thing about this choice is that he already selected the same exact moose in a previous visit. Maybe he thought it belonged to him. Whatever. I just go with it. 

Once he's made his final decision, he knows its time to check out. Believe me, he's quite the attention grabber when running through the store with his newly found treasure...

The challenge is always getting the toy rung up since he usually darts for the door.

I don't believe in shoplifting, even though he tries getting away with it.

Trust me, the story doesn't end after the transaction is made. It's off to the car...

...and back into the house. Here he is running around like a maniac.

 I guess the nice thing about being cooped up is having something new and exciting. In this case I guess he thought decapitating the moose was necessary.

 Whatever makes him happy!