Ah! Bouvier de Flandres.
I had a deep burning desire to get a pup. That particular day, I was looking at the Dog Breeds picture album. “Hrmm…. This hound’s not suitable, this one’s plain ugly; I like huskies, but…..Wow.” I saw the ultimate pet. My heart melted at the sight of a Bouvier puppy, so cute you can die for. There. It was the dog of my flamboyant dreams. I could just imagine myself showing off to awestruck classmates.
Bookmarking the page I pulled out a laptop and typed a search, “Bouvier puppies.” Out came several videos of these lovely canines.
“Ah! Bouvier de Flandres!” my aunt had snuck up on me. “By the way, I have a very embarrassing situation with a Bouvier pup.” I looked up and settled down to listen.
“I was in my late twenties” started my aunt, “my family lived in Boston, right in town. At that time Bouviers were great novelty. Being a European breed, it was almost extinct during World War II.
That day our family was expecting a guest of honour, who was fond of spirits. I was sent on a double mission: to a wine store, and to walk a pup. The Bouvier was three months old and I didn’t dare to tie him outside. There were few customers and a puppy, whom I was holding in my arms, drew immediate attention. He was paid so many compliments!