Hi all. Brewster here. Let’s start from the beginning. Where exactly do Beagladors come from? Me? My journey started way before landing in the bustling overpriced suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts.
I entered this world in Sparta, Tennessee. Sparta? Yes. Not to be confused with the bachelorette-party-capital-of-the-world-that-is-Nashville, Tennessee. While my earliest days remain a mystery, I became separated from my Mom and dumped in a high volume kill shelter. Luckily this mush (and ear) caught the eye of Bark4Place rescue and the rest was history.
How did this Beaglador end up in Boston, you ask? Bark4Place rescue partners with (input bias comment here), Shultz’s Guest House. The creme de la creme. The rescue of all rescues. These folks transport roughly 30 pups every two weeks and I was lucky enough to be one of them.
Cue my parents. Two fools who claimed they would “just go look.” If I had a dime…….
Truth be told, Mom and Dad arrived at Shultz’s in hopes of meeting another pup they had seen online. It turns out that pup stole the hearts of another family and was adopted earlier that morning. On their way out, my blonde fur caught the eye of my now furparents and it was a true love at first sight moment.
Fast forward and I’ve matured from a former southern gentleman to a one ear up one ear down doggo leaving my mark on Boston. I’m a lover of tennis balls and travel. I enjoy long walks on the beach and seafood shacks in Cape Cod. Trash bags and balloons make me wish I was never born.
Why So Mutt Love? Apple technology now tells us how many hours a day we allow our brains to rot reading fake news and idolizing FaceTuned millennials. Why not mix in a dog blog? Follow me on my adventures and plan to pick up some tips, tricks and treats along the way.
