Gatsby at her first Boston Terrier Meetup
I’d like to type out Gatsby’s interior monologue, if I may.
Jesus, these guys are weird.
There’s Captain and Mrs. Grabass.
Stinker.
Mr. Special.
Stinker again.
Ugh, I need a drink. Or three.
Wait, you’re filming this? Asshat.
For the record, Asshat had a great time. The people were really nice. Undecided if I’ll go back until next winter, because we see just as many dogs—and nearly as many Boston Terriers—just by walking around Fresh Pond.
