RULES IN A
BOSTON TERRIER’S HOUSE
I am the keeper of this house and protector of the humans residing within. Do not enter until invited by my human. Ignore me at your own peril. I do not need a stupid phone booth to change and become THE BOSTON WARRIOR. I get HUGE. I am instantly DANGEROUS.
I have supreme and final authority at all times in this house. I am the only “person” here who can be impertinent. All others must be mannerly. Except for grandchildren, they can be impertinent, too.
I am handsome, debonair and suave. I wear an easily recognized tuxedo and I am always ready to party. Tap dancing is my specialty. I am a classic example of big things do come in little packages. Make no mistake, I AM VERY BIG.
Any visitors planning to stay overnight in my house should bring earplugs. I snore. I may snore loudly. However, you need to be aware that my snoring is your problem, not mine. I do not care. Get over it.
To be sure you understand the rules here, this is MY house and everything in it is MINE. The toys, the balls, the sticks, the bones, the couches, the socks, the shoes, the beds, the treats, and the humans, all MINE.
I am VERY IMPORTANT. I am the state dog of Massachusetts. HAH! You better show me respect. And you will not be invited back in my house if you forget to bring me presents.
I am a Boston Terrier. The American Gentleman.