....and its Saturday.....:)
Posted by NEBTR Pangya Virtual Foster on Saturday, December 12, 2015
Northeast Boston Rescue (NEBTR) is comprised of volunteers based in NY, NJ, PA, CT, and parts of other states, and serves Boston Terriers in need within reach of our helping hands.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Saturday...
Friday, December 18, 2015
Waiting Patiently...
Ready for Santa to come!
Posted by NEBTR Zoey Virtual Foster on Sunday, December 6, 2015
A Dog's Life
Me and Haley - we are going to crash for the night - long busy day going in and out, walking, sleeping and a few naps in...
Posted by NEBTR Pangya Virtual Foster on Sunday, December 13, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
No Room!!
What do you mean, "where do you sit"?
Posted by NEBTR Pangya Virtual Foster on Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Sarah Thanks Santa Robyn Woern
Merry Christmas!
Sandy Z, Foster M om to Sarah
Brooklyn Has Energy
This is crazy puppy energy from Buffalo NY , Brooklyn certainly is not the most calm Boston, lol maybe she needs a playmate
Posted by Lori Culver Sherk on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Cassie in Her Forever Home
In 2011 we were blessed with our Cassie aka Cassidy who we adopted from NEBTR. She was called by her foster mommy Linda...
Posted by George Vazquez on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Pugsley Thanks Santa
Pugsley received his Secret Santa gifts and he LOVES them!! Thank you so much for being so generous!!! This boy got spoiled and he deserves it!! Pictures attached! Thank you thank you!!!
Posted by Northeast Boston Terrier Rescue on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Another Present for Edie
ANOTHER Secret Santa present for Edie! It pays to have Head Elf as Foster Mom. Edie got a card addressed just to her...
Posted by Northeast Boston Terrier Rescue on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Twas the Night Before Christmas
T'was
the night before Christmas... When all through the house, not a
Boston was stirring, he just slept on mom's blouse. The stocking was
hung by the Boston with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas had milkbones
to share.
The Boston was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of pig
ears danced in his head. And mamma in her kerchief and a Boston on
my lap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the
lawn there arose such a clatter, the Boston ran barking and caused ears
to hatter. Away to the window the Boston did dash, he was jumping and
barking - his teeth even gnashed.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of
mid-day to tennis balls below. When what to our wondering eyes should
appear, but a little green sleigh and what appeared to be deer. With a
fat little man all dressed up in red, when the Boston spied him he ran
under the bed.
The Beebop Boston crazies had nothing on this guy, as they flew
o'er the house and landed nearby. He hollered and shouted and yelled
out their names, Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen,
on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, and Blitzen! To the top of the eave and
over the wall, and he landed quite neatly, avoiding a ball.
And then in a twinkling we heard on the roof, the prancing and
pawing, and the Boston said WOOF! I drew in my hand, and wiped my
forehead, the Boston still barking peeked out from the bed. Santa had
come down the chimney with a bound, the Boston got quiet, he didn't make
a sound.
Santa's eyes started twinkling and he grinned ear to ear, then I
heard his gruff voice as he whispered quite clear "and what do you
want my sweet little boy, a greenie, a tennis ball, a nice squeaky toy?"
He reached down and patted the Boston on his head, then turned to the
mantle and nodded his head. "I know what you want" he whispered
again, "I'll set it right here, my cute little friend."
The Boston was wiggling his butt in delight, and as Santa bent
over you could've heard a flea bite. Then suddenly kisses were rained on
his face, which Santa was quick to accept and embrace. Then setting the
Boston back onto the ground, he turned to me, winked, and then turned
back around. He patted the Boston once more on the head, then back up
the chimney he quickly sped. Again hearing clatter and prancing of hoof,
we ran to the window and looked up at the roof. As we watched this old
elf and his deer take flight, we heard him exclaim just as clear as
daylight...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!
Don't forget to set out the milk bones!
Boston was stirring, he just slept on mom's blouse. The stocking was
hung by the Boston with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas had milkbones
to share.
The Boston was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of pig
ears danced in his head. And mamma in her kerchief and a Boston on
my lap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the
lawn there arose such a clatter, the Boston ran barking and caused ears
to hatter. Away to the window the Boston did dash, he was jumping and
barking - his teeth even gnashed.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of
mid-day to tennis balls below. When what to our wondering eyes should
appear, but a little green sleigh and what appeared to be deer. With a
fat little man all dressed up in red, when the Boston spied him he ran
under the bed.
The Beebop Boston crazies had nothing on this guy, as they flew
o'er the house and landed nearby. He hollered and shouted and yelled
out their names, Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen,
on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, and Blitzen! To the top of the eave and
over the wall, and he landed quite neatly, avoiding a ball.
And then in a twinkling we heard on the roof, the prancing and
pawing, and the Boston said WOOF! I drew in my hand, and wiped my
forehead, the Boston still barking peeked out from the bed. Santa had
come down the chimney with a bound, the Boston got quiet, he didn't make
a sound.
Santa's eyes started twinkling and he grinned ear to ear, then I
heard his gruff voice as he whispered quite clear "and what do you
want my sweet little boy, a greenie, a tennis ball, a nice squeaky toy?"
He reached down and patted the Boston on his head, then turned to the
mantle and nodded his head. "I know what you want" he whispered
again, "I'll set it right here, my cute little friend."
The Boston was wiggling his butt in delight, and as Santa bent
over you could've heard a flea bite. Then suddenly kisses were rained on
his face, which Santa was quick to accept and embrace. Then setting the
Boston back onto the ground, he turned to me, winked, and then turned
back around. He patted the Boston once more on the head, then back up
the chimney he quickly sped. Again hearing clatter and prancing of hoof,
we ran to the window and looked up at the roof. As we watched this old
elf and his deer take flight, we heard him exclaim just as clear as
daylight...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!
Don't forget to set out the milk bones!
Contributed by Betty Ann Manganello
Thank you from Walter White
A second package came from my secret Santa! 🏻 Thank you Lisa Mann, for my new harness and tasty antler to chew on (although my little bratty sister Ember already stole it from me)!
Posted by NEBTR Walter White & Patti Virtual Fosters on Friday, December 11, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
ALL Bostons Rock!
Walter here....with my pretty little sister Ember! Don't red Boston's rock? Actually don't ALL Boston's rock?!?
Posted by NEBTR Walter White & Patti Virtual Fosters on Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunbeams....
We are loving the sun and the view! Thank you Mama....Love Pangya & Haley
Posted by NEBTR Pangya Virtual Foster on Sunday, December 13, 2015
Christmas Came Early For Sunny
Nebostonrescue.com Secret Santa came early for Foster Boy Sunny!! Then this is was how in found him this morning....not wanting to start his day....boy could I relate!!
Posted by Christine Sutton Manzella on Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Sunny Thanks the Kautz Family
Thanks to Courtney and Joe Kutz, foster failure Sir Winston, Pumpkin, and Miss Piggy!! Sunny loves everything!!
Christine Manzella
Sunny looks fantastic and very happy! His coat really looks healthy. What a sweet boy he is! - Jerrilyn
New Foster Cricket
Cricket
came into rescue with Ladybug a few weeks ago because their owner is moving.
She is 8 yrs old
and has an old eye injury from being attacked by a dog making her blind in one
eye. Hopefully someone will see past it! She seems to
be a sweet girl! More to come as I get to know her.
Leslie
Simon Thanks Santa
As you can see, Simon was practically in the box digging out his gifts from Santa. The second picture shows him all decked out with his new bandanna on sitting pretty for a picture. I think it's a sign that the sunlight is coming through just so he looks like a little angel.
Nicole Gruber
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