Today is national puppy day so I wanted to share a bit about my little buddy. Cash came into my life 11 years ago when he was one year old. He had never been in a house before and at that time he lived in an outdoor kennel in northern Cape Breton. He was pretty scrawny and a little beat up. His ears were chewed on by other dogs and he wasn’t getting enough food. There were about 30 dogs in the kennel with him and he’s quite small. I was told that he was named Cash because the folks that had him were planning to use him as a stud and make money off him. They decided against him because he doesn’t have the typical colouring of a Boston terrier, which when “perfect” have a white collar.
Cashie has been a difficult dog in that he has never been able to be around other dogs. I’ve tried working with him over the years and hired three different trainers st various times trying to get him over his dog issues. It never happened. As much as I tried it never happened. I finally gave up when he was about 10 and made a deal with him. He doesn’t have to be around dogs anymore and we can just enjoy each other. And we do.
Cashie has a heart murmur and heart disease. He takes medication for those. He’s got one ear that flops over from having broken blood vessels that never repaired. He has one eye that looks off to the side. He also has a salivary gland in his throat that is swelled and makes him look like he has a goiter. And I love every bit of it. He’s a fun loving little guy still. He’s getting a little blind and doesn’t hear me so well anymore. And the other day he was standing in front of a wall instead of the door to go out. He can’t always tell where his toy went when I throw it. He’s pretty adorable. And he couldn’t care less about all his issues.