Yes, I am fully aware that it would take only a handful of online minutes to learn why, exactly, the small town of Floydada, Texas, is home to the Boston Terrier Museum. And usually, that’s the sort of information I’d happily post right here.

But I think I don’t want to know. I think I want to imagine the sort of little granny (whom I totally believe had an underbite) started the place and has cared for it lovingly all these years. I think her name is Pearl, maybe, or Opal, or Mabel. And she generally wears white dresses with a black cardigan sweater draped over her shoulders.

The museum is currently open only by appointment, but the more I think about it, the more I think making an appointment and going back up there would be worth the trip: just thinking about their gift shop makes me feel a little lightheaded.

Floydada, Texas
photographed 11.21.2021