Petite Pokey Blog
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Pokey is a happy-go-lucky ball-loving, sassy and cartoony Boston Terrier. Nicknamed the 'PokeyMonster' due to her playful and sometimes naughty antics, Pokey's page follows her many adventures as she navigates the world trying to get anyone and everyone to throw the ball.
Petite Pokey Blog
1y ago
People often ask me how Pokey got her name. Unfortunately, I cannot take credit for her name because Pokey was already named Pokey when I got her.
About 50% of the reason why I chose Pokey was because her name was just so perfect for her.
The other 50% is because she is just the SILLIEST looking boston terrier I had ever seen, and that is all I ever wanted. A gooby goo. So I knew she had to be mine.
This is the first picture I ever saw of Pokey. She was part of a litter of three, and her siblings were called Piper (girl) and Pepper (boy). They were adorable, but this little Pokey, with her si ..read more
Petite Pokey Blog
1y ago
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared this story of how I fell in love with boston terriers and decided to get Pokey.
It was fate.
How did your love for boston terriers begin, and how did you get yours ..read more
Petite Pokey Blog
1y ago
What is a perfect Boston Terrier?
According to the breed standard, the Boston Terrier is a smooth coated, shortheaded, compactly built, short-tailed dog, brindle, seal or black in color and evenly marked with white. The head is in proportion to the size of the dog and the expression indicates a high degree of intelligence.
The body is rather short and well knit, the limbs strong and neatly turned, the tail is short and no feature is so prominent that the dog appears badly proportioned.
Is Pokey a perfect Boston Terrier?
So.. if you go by the breed standard for Boston Terriers, I don’t think ..read more
Petite Pokey Blog
1y ago
(Mom is the enemy. She always wants to cuddle)
A love story, by me:
When I get in bed at night, Pokey always obliges me with a cuddle for a minute or two. She immediately crawls over to me and flops on top of me, nuzzling her head against my neck and sighs deeply. As I lie there in the darkness with the weight of this furry 20 pound kettlebell melting into my face and torso, my heart soars with delight and immeasurable gratitude for my beautiful ball of fluff.
And then, just as my heart is exploding with euphoria, all of a sudden, it's over. As if I have suddenly become repugnant, she pushes ..read more