Pitter comes from a long line of Pitters. My grandpa and his brothers
and sister had a Boston named Pitter, and my 91 year old great-aunt loves
to tell stories about how good a dog he was, and how protective he was of
their house and of them. Then my Aunt Suda had a female Boston named
Samantha (Sam) and she gave a little boy puppy to my grandma and grandpa
that they named Pitter. That Pitter once helped save little 1 1/2 year
old me from a Portuguese Man-of-War that I'd hugged to my chest (I thought
it was a bubble, floating in the ocean - I mean, it kind of WAS a bubble,
but the BUBBLE OF DEATH). He and my grandma pulled it off of me, and he
burned his little face and paws in the process (my grandma burned her
hands badly, too).
Now we have this Pitter. His full name is Pitter Pirate Underfoot, as the folks we
got him from called him their little pirate. He's a very sweet puppy and
very, very smart. Look for more photos SOON!