(pronounded “BOO-dro,” a common last name in Louisiana)
(I had to rewrite this page, May 2020; cancer took our dear little friend)
Boudreaux came to us when he was about a year old, from a shelter. The wonderful people at Warren County (NC) Animal Ark called him “our Dennis the Menace dog,” but it was obvious that they were charmed by him. We were charmed, too, and he came home with us the same day we met him.
For the first year, he was more like Ernest T. Bass than Dennis the Menace, but lots of love and patience made him into the sweetest, nicest, most delightful dog in the history of mankind.
Our vets (Drs Joe Gordon and Page Wages, at Care First in Raleigh) said Boo was a ‘scoodle’–half Scottish terrier and half poodle. (Dr Gordon has seen us through three dogs over the last 30 years, two Scotties and Boo, the ‘Scoodle.’ We love our vets more than I can say.)
I’m not saying the vets were wrong, but I think Boo had some clown DNA in him–he did funny things just to hear us laugh–and some teddy-bear DNA, because he was the cuddliest dog I’ve ever seen. He loved to cuddle on the bed, and none of us could go to sleep until he had been cuddled and sung to, every night. 🙂 Like our Scotties before him, he LOVED to be sung to, especially at bedtime.
He was no froo-froo, though. I watched him kill several possums in our yard, one of them as big as he was. (I didn’t WANT him to mess with the possums, but that terrier blood made him rush fearlessly into battle with varmints.)
For ten years, Boo was a beloved member of the family; he went where we went and did what we did. He loved to ‘help’ me in the garden.
With Boudreaux’s ‘help,’ a one-hour job might take two hours, but doing it with him was so much fun …
We had a deal, same as with our two previous dogs: don’t go to the bathroom in the house, and I would never complain a bit about waking in the night to go. Boo never had an ‘accident’ in the house, not in ten years. (We’ve found that talking to the dogs calmly and explaining what you want is the best training method. Terriers understand better than you might think.)
Boo was so charming about waking me, too. He’d put his head on my pillow and make a soft “psssssh” noise to wake me gently. And then I would cuddle him before we went out.
One of the funniest things about Boo: a neighbor down at the end of the property had some workmen in his yard, years ago, and Boo ran down to woof at them. Someone sprayed him with a hose, and he loved it. After that, if that neighbor was out in his yard, Boudreaux would run down there, woof, and be rewarded with a hose-spray. Silly little dog LOVED being sprayed like that.
(When I was working in our own yard, he stayed far away from the hose–it was only the neighbor’s hose he liked to play in.) 🙂
Losing Boudreaux was a heartbreak, but we had ten years of love, fun, and delight, and having Boo in the family made life happier and easier. Gonna miss that little guy.