Millie was born on June 3, 2008 exactly eight months after her older brother. On September 14, 2008 we saw the cutest and tiniest Boston terrier in an ad in the Philadelphia classifieds. I knew as soon as I saw her, I really wanted her. After emailing back and forth with her then-owner, we found out they were giving her away because they had two boxers who were being agressive with her and they didn’t think she was safe. They seemed to really care about her–they fed her good food, asked us a lot of screening questions through email, and seemed genuinely sad to have to give her away.
A few days after the initial correspondence, Jr. Stac, Murphy, and I went to meet and bring home Miss Millie. I was shocked when I got there. First, their boxers barking so loudly, in weird muzzles, and jumping up and down wildly. The house smelled like poop and dog food, and the husband was, like, 500lb+ and in a motorized chair, not kidding.
They couldn’t find her paperwork and we felt pretty uncomfortable there, Murphy included–he was crying the entire time. But, as much as I wanted to run out of there, I was not leaving without this little pup. I needed to save her. I didn’t want to be judgmental and get them mad and have them change their mind so we paid $450! and brought her home.
Millie and Dad: Early days
Of course, only hours after bringing her home, I know something is wrong with her. She was having such a hard time breathing and her eyes were dripping. We had to rush her to the emergency vet. It turned out, she had pneumonia, an upper respiratory infection, and an eye infection! She was so so sick.
She is healthier today, but still a little messed up, both in mind and body. She is on doggie-Prozac actually. I’m not proud of it at all, but we tried everything and she was still just a spaz. Despite her craziness and sickliness, we love her to death.
She’s a total whack. Super obedient, in love with fetch, loud snorer, and really, really adorbale. Look how precious.