My Abby is a Boston Terrier, sometimes called a Boston Bull. They are not true Terriers, but about 50% terrier from a four-breed cross. I have been told they also go by the nickname of "Boston Terrorist," but she's always been the perfect mix of sweet and spice. Abigail is named for another famous lady from Boston, Abigail Adams.
I've had Boxers and English Bulldogs all my life, but this time we needed a smaller dog. Abigail has the intriguing attitude, energy, and curiosity of a boxer and the heart of a bulldog in a package that can readily be picked up for closer enjoyment of her fuzzy, little face. Her favorite toys are white shop towels that I buy in bales at Costco. You hold it, she tries to tear it away, ripping it to shreds.
Because she likes to sleep touching both of us, one of her nicknames is "the hyphen." Her sister Dora believes her to be perennially dirty, and is constantly washing her. They play and sleep together as siblings.
She's three years old, and in the last year, it seems like Bostons are showing up on every ad on TV. It's a wonderful American breed.
Abby and her sister, Dora, short for Theodora. Dora came from the shelter, and had been abandonned as a kitten. We picked her out a week before we chose Abby. Dora is convinced that Abby is her homely little sister...