Hah! I knew that would get your attention. I haven't gone off the reservation, my new Boston Terrier is a painted iron cast one that my good friend SN surprised me with about a week ago.
He goes nicely in my green hutch and stands out nicely against the white background. Not to mention he keeps my blue Ball jars company.
You may notice a plate to the left, it is a vintage souvenir plate from the state of Florida. My childhood friend brought it down for me when she came for the wedding last month. Her grandmother had collected many of these souvenir plates and had displayed them on a plate rail around the perimeter of her living room. My friend, Jane, and I used to travel to downtown Toronto via bus and subway from our suburban residences and visit her grandparents. I have no idea how far it actually was (probably 10 miles), but at 12 or 13 years of age we felt very grown up to be trusted with travelling by ourselves. Jane's grandma would add to our fantasy of of independence and maturity by serving us tea and cake as if we were visiting royalty.
Isn't it wonderful how a simple item can bring back such wonderful memories and also remind us of how lucky we are to have the friends we have present day.
So, what should I name the new Boston???