Boston Massachusetts Ricks

Meet Boston.
He is my little 5 month old puppy- a yorkie-poo.
sometimes he thinks he is a cat and walks along the back of the couch and sleeps like this.
Boston Massachusetts Ricks is his full name- we only use it when he is in trouble.
which is quite frequently.
He is teething so he chews on pretttttyyy much everything! our apartment has to stay super clean or else he will chew on whatever he can find on the ground. and by clean i mean the FLOOR is clean and everything that would be on the floor is on the kitchen table.

Last night Boston was chewing on an empty water bottle we gave him and loving life until...
ZZZZZZAP!!!
some how my computer charger cord got tangled up with the bottle and Boston punctured the cord with his teeth. the cord was plugged in and needless to say, he got shocked. I heard the ZAP and the YELP and hurry and looked down and saw that there was blue sparks flying from my cord continuously and 'Person I love' yelling, "Oh my gosh!!! ahhhh!!! unplug it unplug it!"

Boston didn't obey commands at all for about the next 3 hours. i think it fried his brain. that or he was really scared. who wouldn't be? to get shocked in your mouth? ouch!

*sidenote: my cord was repairable with electric tape... phew. but most importantly Boston is okay.

Now he is sitting on the back of the couch looking at his reflection in the back door and barking at himself. watch out intruders- you will not prevail, he is vicious...

For some reason, Boston is very selective on the things he chews on. for example, he doesn't chew on MY stuff. but, he does chew on 'Person I Love's' stuff... all the time. shoes=now in the trash. pens=demolished, backpack=currently at the taylor's getting fixed (done on thursday), glasses=now using her spare pair, another pair of shoes=we used scissors to make the other one look the same as the one he chewed on. Text book= teeth marks.

Relationship?= Both Boston and I are in the dog house... and a few bucks short now, from replacing the items (like any good girlfriend would do.)

but my stuff? nope. all good here.

i guess besides my punctured computer cord that almost burned down my apartment building.

Besides when he is a little Diablo... we love him very much.

He licks my tears away when i cry. he snuggles with me at night and wakes up with me when i have nightmares. He gives me kisses when i tell him too. he keeps me company when no one is around. he goes on walks with me and he loves me unconditionally. even when i get mad at him, he never leaves my side. Love that little guy.