From time to time, I run into people with opinions about Boston terriers. They don't necessarily realize that I really only want to hear positive, informed opinions about Boston terriers, preferably from someone who lives with one or is a huuuuge Chet Baker fan. Those I'll listen to all day.
I had a man once volunteer his chagrin that Chet Baker's face is so ugly, which is too bad because he'd be such a nice-looking dog otherwise.
Ohhhh-kay. Any more comments from you? Or are you content to wake up some night to the sound of my heavy breathing, my silhouette against the moonlight, arm raised?
Chet and I were sitting in the Exploder, waiting for the bus on our country road when an aquaintance who was also waiting got out of her car and asked, "Is that one of them Boston bulls?"
Yes, I replied, he's a Boston terrier.
"Them things is HYPER!"
Well, actually he's only...
"No, them things is HYPER! My cousin has two of 'em and them things is HYPER!"
I smiled, nodded, and raised the electric window, like that scene in the limousine in This is Spinal Tap when the cabdriver is blabbing to the band about how nobody understands Frank Sinatra.
Of course, she gave me a little gift that keeps on giving, because
"Them things is HYPER!"
has become a catch phrase in our house now, whenever we catch Chet Baker doing this:
Still life with titmouse.
Still life with European starling.
Still life with Carolina wren.
Still life with eastern bluebird.
Still life with downy woodpecker.
Down, you ugly, hyper dog! Down!
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