my 4 year old Boston Terrier is a rescue.


This is my Boston's story:
He was living on the streets with a homeless man. The rescue I got him from does not know why this man ended up with a healthy pure bred Boston Terrier, but, hey, the world is full of odd little twists and turns. But, we have a lot of resources for the homeless here in the bay area, the man was offered help, but under the condition that he got rid of the dog. The man absolutely refused to give up his dog, he choose to stay on the streets because he loved this dog so much. This whole time this man had befriended an ederly woman.
The man passed away living on the streets. And the ederly woman he had befriended took in the dog for a few days only to realize that being on a limited fixed income she was in no condition to take on a dog.
She took the dog to her local shelter and their response to seeing a Boston Terrier... 'small do, high energy... no one will want him... were gonna put him down...' As the case would be, it was a Friday afternoon, the shelter didn't perform any more euthenasia's until Monday, so he was cared for in the shelter over the weekend.
But, over the weekend a woman came in and saw him. Her friend has a pug rescue, so once she realized he was tagged for destruction she made a few calls to her friend who had no room for another dog. So he called a few friends. And finally a woman who runs a chihuahua rescue said she'd take him! Yaeahhhhh! another beautiful animal saved!!!