Morrie, Daniel and I have become the proud owners of a Boxer, or should I say, a Boxer now owns us. We've had Chef since he was eight weeks old. He's nine months old now, and has turned into a brindle beauy, smart and elegant with a loving disposition. However, he's not nearly the hard-core alpha dog we thought we were getting, thank goodness. As we have discovered, Boxers are clowns at heart and Chef is no exception. How seriously can you take a dog who's doing his obedience routine, all puffy and proud, with two huge spit bubbles hanging out of his mouth? Or a dog who falls asleep standing up with his head on the couch and his bum in the air? He is full of mischief and as cute as a button.
Chef as a puppy ♥
Truth be told, Mama was never all that keen on Boxers. She thought we were 'big and bullish. 'But Papa and my brother Daniel convinced Mama to come and meet me. I was just a wiggly little pup and I flashed her my big brown Boxereyes and gave her a couple big licky-kisses. I also was kind of pink and looked like a bunny. Well, she fell in love with me and took me right home.
Now I'm a messy, lanky adolescent, chargingfull-speed into manhood. I'm clumsy and I slobber and snore. I can also be woefully stubborn. Living with me is quite the challenge. I'm a mischief-maker extrordinaire.
But Mama knows that even though Boxers are rascals, we are also loveable and sweet. It amazes her that we love our families so much, we can't sit close enough or be in a room without them for more than a minute. And that we would wrap our families in our big Boxerarms and kiss them all day long if we could! She loves that I'm dignified one minute and a goofy clown the next; that I'm awesomely elegant even when spitbubbles are dripping from my lips.
Like all Boxers, I'm loyal, loving and true. Mama would tell you that I am as close to being human as a dog can get and that I am the most precious creature on earth."