They call me Mikko! But they should call me Little Devil. Cute as a button, a face to make you melt but a personality that wants to rip you apart. What am I you ask? A Boston Terrier puppy who’s not even four months old, but I had a bad start.
I was purchased on the Internet by a young couple who believed they were going to a breeder. But as is the norm in Quebec “breeders” get rid of us as soon as we eat solid food, which is five weeks old.
So here I was separated from my Mom, Dad and siblings and went to my new home where it didn’t take long that I became the boss. Being as cute as I am they just couldn’t “discipline” so they hired some trainers, two of them, and neither one knew anything about how to raise an orphan puppy.