Bosston's Rescue
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Bosston's Rescue Story, as Told by Bosston!

                
 
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Here’s the saga of how Coburn Restoration rescued me, and why I now have a happy home. It was in the spring of 2007, and I’d been gallivanting around town. But, I was hungry, scared and cold. A nice woman by the name of Mary found me. I had no collar or chip, so she put me in her yard and prominently displayed signs in her front yard and around town. The signs read, “Found -- 1 Cute Dog.” (That was me!) After several days, no one claimed me. I knew Mary couldn’t keep me. She already had too many dogs. I was getting worried!

One afternoon I overheard Mary call the dog pound. Whoa – Ruff, Ruff, Ruff! They were to arrive at 3 o’clock the very next day. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep too well that night. The next morning a huge restoration truck with a very loud machine arrived at the house next door. I looked through the chain link fence at two nice men. One was a middle aged man, the other a tall, lanky teenager. They looked friendly. The two men then came over to pet me. I really liked them a lot, especially the teenager, so I gave them a bunch of kisses. As fate would have it, just as the man from the pound was about to put me in his truck, the two restoration men insisted upon taking me back to their shop to live with their family. I was overwhelmed and Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, ecstatic as the pound truck pulled away! I jumped into the truck on the teenager’s lap.

As it all turned out, the teenager, Ricky, has become my very best friend. Ricky is the son and stepson of Rick and Lori Coburn, owners of the restoration truck. Ricky named me “Bosston.” I was named “Bosston” because Ricky's Dad is originally from New England, and the whole family loves the Boston Red Sox, and since I am now a part of the family – I love the Sox too!

Stay tuned and Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! come back often to read about more of my escapades!



P.S. When Lori wrote my name down on my dog tags, she spelled “Bosston” with two “ss”'s because everyone thinks I’m bossy. I have to admit, I do like getting my way. I like going to the shop with my family every day! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Go Red Sox!


   
   
   
   


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