Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander, #2)

by Diana Gabaldon

her small white dog Bouton hurrying at her heels to keep up. A far cry from the fluffy lapdogs so popular with the ladies of the Court, he looked vaguely like a cross between a poodle and a dachshund,

We love when a doxie is in a book

The bed trembled against my thigh as Bouton leaped off and trotted toward the door. “He smells a stranger,” Mother Hildegarde remarked. “Bouton assists the doorkeeper as well as the physicians—with no more gratitude for his efforts, I fear.”

So far Bouton is my favorite character in this book

the guardianship of the Hôpital’s portals was given into the capable paws—and teeth—of Bouton.

I love Bouton

I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.

“Bouton also sends his regards.”

Bouton will always be my favorite