In the office of my kennel, we have a small iron statue of a Boston Terrier in a display case. His nominal purpose is to model a micro prong collar, but he is actually stationed there for my personal amusement, as a minority of dogs will forever mistake him as a fellow canine. My own dearly departed Parson Russell was one such number. In fact, the statue was a gift from my husband and for a time was stationed in our kitchen, but had to be removed to the kennel due to my Lucy’s determination to fight to the death with it.

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