We have four dogs, two Boston terriers and two Yorkies. I complain about them non-stop. The oldest Boston we got from a puppy mill, it was wrong to support them financially, but what was I to do, walk away and leave her there? Because of this bad puppyhood, she is my baby. When she was a puppy if I was out of her eyesight (and Bostons have poor eyesight) for a second, she'd bawl. When it was nap time I snuggled her in a baby blanket and she laid on a baby pillow and she had to be rocked to sleep.

My last major bout of depression, she was what kept me going. She knew somehow when I needed love and when I needed to be left alone. Always right by my side no matter what, she will not even leave my side to eat (she is a bit chunky but we don't tell her that) there is a food and water dish in my room.

The other Boston is dumber than a box of rocks, but the sweetest dog you'll ever meet. She will happily lick your face for hours on end (I do not think she has long term memory). We got her when we had to put our beloved 14 year old Rott down last fall (It took four and its still impossible to replace her).

The Yorkies have no loyalties. Whoever is the new person in the house, that's who's lap they're on. But at bed time, the oldest is literally wrapped around my head, and the baby in my back.

I really don't know what I'd do with out them. They're entertainment when you're bored, company when you're lonely, a ray of sunshine when you're sad, and a sedative when you're angry. If everyone had a little love bug the world would be a better place. And if my dogs don't trust you, I don't trust you. They've got the best judgement I've ever seen.