The Pickle Meter

Pickles got her name from her foster parents. They say she looks like a dill pickle with a stem. Her stem, what we commonly call a tail, sticks straight out and wags like crazy. How do they determine Pickles' moods? Observe the wiggling stem, uh tail, and the Pickle Meter wil give you an accurate measure!


At 5 years old, Pickles has been bounced around way too much. We hope her next home will be her last! Pickles' spent the first two years of her life with one owner. When her owner passed away, Pickles life was turned upside down. She was passed from one breeder to another but never gave them what they wanted...puppies. After spending three years with a backyard breeder in an outside kennel, Pickles was finally surrendered to BTRNC because she was useless to the breeder.

Now spayed, we have guaranteed that Pickles will never end up as a puppy producing machine. She will be an adored pet, a cherished member of some lucky family.

Pickles is thoroughly enjoying her foster home. She bonded quickly to her foster mom and it is clear that Pickles missed that human connection when banished to the backyard for 3 long years. Pickles appreciates the company of her two male foster brothers but her most favorite activity is going for rides in the car. Her foster mom says that when Pickles goes out to potty, she heads straight for the car hoping for a spin around the 'hood.

We continue to accept applications for Pickles. If you want to make up lost time and spoil Pickles to no end, please visit the Available Dogs page and submit your application before it's too late.

Seeing herself in her very own Blog will undoubtedly send readings from the Pickle Meter off the charts, guesses

The Bashful Boston