Bud has been with us for six years; he was a wreck, sick, and so savagely abused it cost $1,000 in vet bills to get him released to us. He was near death, terrified and trembling when we picked him up.

Maria took the photo below of Bud in my arms for the ride home. He never opened his eyes or stopped shaking.

Bud is our fierce guardian. He pinned down our rat until we caught it, and he patrols every inch of the yard and Maria’s studio for hours every day to keep rodents of all kinds out of the farmhouse.

He takes protecting us and the farmhouse very seriously. Boston Terriers are like that.

He never stops chasing the Amish wagons off from the front of the house or barking when any other dog dares to come close. He alerts us when bikes come by as well and stalks our chipmunks all day, usually to little avail. He does better with moles, which he eats.

He’s a tough little guy outside, a lovebug in the house.

Photo by Maria. Bud in my lap on the way to Bedlam Farm from the rescue truck.

He’s done a great job. His favorite sleeping place is in my lap, especially in cold weather. He is a fierce guardian outside and a sweet and loving companion in the house. It is a joy to see him so happy; it was worth every bit of the money and the work to heal him. He goes right into Maria’s when he can’t get into my lap. He is always welcome there.

Savagely abuse by people (at first he hid from everyone) he loves everyone he meets or sees now, he is all love when it comes to people, not to moles.

What a pleasure to give a wonderful dog like that the love he deserves. It is one of the most satisfying feelings there is.