We were so happy when Mary Jane got a good report from the Ophthalmologists, in Fairview Heights, Illinois, that we decided to have a celebratory lunch at Lottawatta Creek Restaurant that is across from the St. Clair Mall.
Jonathon noted that the restaurant not only had, humongous, portions but that they had a special on Long Island Ice Tea, and we do enjoy tea!
Being both in high spirits from the good report from the eye doctor and with a, more than adequate, apportionment of Long Island Ice Tea in our bellies…we decided to go across the way to the mall and visit the pet store to see if there were any doggie Christmas surprises that we could obtain for our, only, dog….Brody.
When we entered the Pet Store I quickly pursued the isles to ascertain if they had any Boston Terrier pups? We saw a little black and white Boston pup…but no others. When I asked if they had any Brindle colored pups, the store attendant told me that they had a sweet seal colored Boston…and that they were quite rare! Nothing would do me but to lay eyes upon the prize!
When the, kind, person brought Wallace T. Brooks out for us to admire…we were smitten…immediately…it was love at first sight!
He was so small and brown and white, like the color of a fawn, and he had a snotty nose! He was so ugly…he was cute!
We, without delay, placed half of his price down to secure his ownership and returned a few days later to pick him up! When we were finishing the purchase of Wallace T. we were told that the Vet had cleared him…only later to find out that he was close to pneumonia!
He is a Boston gentleman of dignity and character. His mom is his idle and, often, when momie returns from a trip…a little urine drips down both of Wallace’s legs…in joyful and uncontained love and adoration!
Uncle Ron stayed overnight with us a few years ago and the following morning he was happily petting Wallace T….until I heard Ron cry out in pain and exclaim, ‘he bit me!’ When I inquired if he had brought blood…Ron responded the he had! I noted that once in a while he was guilty of a, loving, bite!
When anyone of our household is preparing to leave…Wallace barks his disapproval, especially Johnathon! When someone enters our home…he does the same! He is a good boy!
Wallace is nearly 11 years old…and until recently has been the picture of health!
Now he has cancer…and it is aggressive! The description that we received today is bleak…and it is obvious that he is suffering!
The T. in Wallace T. is the result of our enjoying Long Island Iced Tea prior to his purchase!
Join me in saying goodbye to our little friend and companion.