My typical sentimental hyperbole falls short of what this year's event will mean. How ecstatic that last stretch along Boylston will be. Words fall short. No finish line sucks you into its grasp like the roar of Boylston and that blue stripe. Especially for those who never got to finish last year. This year will be like none other. I want to watch while running outside wearing google vision glasses and pretend I am there. Oh boy.
And here's another BOSTON I am excited about. A Boston Terrier. Our new puppy.
My family has been waiting for April 5th when he will be 7 weeks old and ready to take home. After adopting our last dogs from shelters, we wanted to choose a breed and choose a breeder, and after much research into the fairly scandalous world of pet sales, found a breeder we trust and the perfect breed. The Boston Terrier. Here he is, the as of yet unnamed pooch.
