Beantown Bed & Biscuit on The Boston Dog Blog: Bobo, Love of My Life #1

Since I'm officially doing a fantastic job of procrastinating on my homework, I figured I'd take this golden opportunity to update everyone about all the glorious puppies that have come into my life via my dream yob (yes, I meant to spell it that way) at Beantown Bed & Biscuit.

Below is Bobo, a baby Boston Terrier who could literally make Lord Voldemort melt into blubbery love murmurs. He's so freakin' adorable that people stop us on the street to "awwwww." If he and Lucy had a baby, and I carried it with me, I would be unstoppable. It would be like having superhuman powers -- people's knees would just give out with cute overload at first sight (this already almost happens with Bobo and Lucy, respectively).

If I had one wish about Bobo, it would be to get a decent shot of him. Every time I take a picture, he's playing with Hunter, another puppy in Doggie Day Care. But Bobo has these incredible cloudy blue-green-grey eyes that remind me of some misty witch's brew from Heaven, if that's even possible. They're so gorgeous. I think they have hypnotic powers, too, because I brought him to BU Student Village and an endless string of squealing students asking if they could have him ensued. Even my best friend, who's not particularly thrilled with animals (can you say opposites attract?) couldn't get enough, although she did ask if he could just stay that size forever. Lucky for her, Boston Terriers don't get very big.

The other thing that makes Bobo the perfect puppy is that he's perfectly content laying squirmless in my arms and is generally very calm for a puppy but is capable of boundless bouts of playtime when placed with other dogs. In other words, he's a true puppy but knows how to behave himself and loves to cuddle.

There are so many things I could say about this babykins, but I would take up pages. You'll be seeing a lot more of Bobo in the future, and suffice it to say that if you bump into us around Brookline, Bobo's more than well worth the time for an introduction.

Puppysitting Lucy DANGAH: An Epic Evolution

Growing up, I generally thought adults were batshit crazy when they cried, "Oh my GOODNESS!!! I can't believe how much you've GROWN!!!" Years later, I now find myself in the same sad, old lady-associated mindset as I watch Lucy grow. My little baby's getting so big-- Oh no. I'm turning into Great Aunt Maude.

On the other hand, she still has that baby face and always-energized puppy demeanor, which means I have more baby time with her. She still likes to get into chewing fits and chases my hand around with her gums and pointy teeth playfully bared.... Looking exactly like a bat. Until next time, think of Stellaluna.

My friend Laura was in love with her. Who wouldn't be? She's impossible not to love, the little bat.

Dog Sitting Lucy DANGAH

My best friend came to town a few days ago for the rest of the summer, and as a great welcome present, we got to puppy sit the wonderful Lucy together. There was one downside to this: it was yesterday. The. Hottest. Day. Ever.

It was hard to breathe and hard not to faint on the ferociously sizzling pavement, but I felt even worse for Lucy. She's got a black coat, so she essentially attracts the sunlight. Needless to say, when we walked back and forth on Comm Ave, I carried her a lot of the way. Her poor sensitive puppy paws would have gotten burned otherwise.

On a happier note, my friend and I created a middle name for the infamous Lucy. Her name is now Lucy DANGAH (like "danger," only pronounced with an accent and a whip of the tongue to mimic the strike of the word). If you can't see the irony in the name considering she is a 10 week old puppy with a lot of extra skin and teeth the size of a clump of toothbrush bristles, then you and I don't share the same sense of humor. But I think it's perfect.

Either way, we confirmed that day that Lucy is a major flirt and a major dude magnet. Of course girls and boys alike stop to whimper at how disgustingly adorable she is, but she has a knack for running up to men to get their attention, and they always bite the bait. I think it's because she lives with a man, so maybe she associates the men with dad. Does that mean I can be god-mommy?

Puppy Sitting Lucy

I had the special honor of puppy sitting Lucy again a few days ago, and it's insane how much she's grown already. I wouldn't be surprised if by next week she had grown to the size of the Eiffel Tower and had trained herself to take over the world using her cuteness as a mind manipulation tool.

Every time you go for a walk with this little girl, it's an experience. Giant, tattooed men who look like they'd eat chihuahuas whole stop in their tracks and start blubbering like little girls about how adorable Lucy is.

Black lab puppies are always cute, but Lucy's an extra special case. Look at those eyes -- judge for yourself. Apologies about the bizarre snapshots -- my new camera screen is broken so I can't see what I'm shooting.