I'm just grateful that, at two and a half, the guy is starting to show some decent decision-making ability. Anyway, boxers are at their most charming when they're a little grumpy (though there's one at the Lake Washington beach every now and then who buries her ball in the sand in the shallows and then digs it out, which is pretty entertaining).
Is Bootsie gassy? All the boxers I've known have had, er, very public digestion.
public digestion! That's great. Yes, she is. Everytime she jumps up on the bed she uses a little jet propulsion. She also boxes, wiggles and licks like all boxers I have known. Today she was bad. She ate from the box of sin - cat poop.
A jet propelled boxer. Sounds like some sort of WMD.
well, the belch she let out after eating cat poop could be packaged for something sinister.
Mmmmmmm, cat poop. Very high in protein.
Met a cat last night who likes to crawl into the knife drawer and hide out. Jumps in onto the knives, lays down on the knives -- loves it. Needless to say I'm not going to be eating steak in that apartment any time soon...
must step in in bootsie's favor. she felt so guilty all day, walks with her ears and tail (what's left of it) down, and they say dogs have short-term memory! she is the sweetest dog ever. btw, now that the piping problem is fixed, i have washed her nose area thoroughly, and gave her 3 biscuits of different kinds, so she should be hygienically almost kosher.
Hey, I've got no hangups about gas. As a wee child I had farting contests with my friend's boxer, Artie. (Artie bit me on the leg the first time he met me. Forunately for me he'd lost most of his teeth attacking a fence, and we shortly became great friends.)
Not sure if dogs are ever kosher, tho.
um, once again, that's the heathen talking out of me. kosher to me merely equals 'ok enough'.
well, agnostic is perhaps a nicer word. am i playing in a quicksand?
I don't know. As a thick-skinned and confirmed nonbeliever, I don't really care what you do (so long as you don't come knocking on my door on Saturday morning).
Saturday morning I prefer to be fast asleep. My new neighbors upstairs, who seem to be of some religious sect (they have numerous books with pictures of a mustached guy on the front,) do get up at 6am every Sunday, and invariably start a load of laundry at that time. Obviously, I have little chance of ever making it into any sect if early rising is one of the requirements...
"box of sin" ???? LOL
Luckily our cat doesn't use one of those or the girls would have found it and enjoyed themselves. We do have to keep them out of the horse pasture as they are fully aware of the thrills of manure. They are just a year old and fully as dense as dogs can be. They are not, however, farters. We did have a cocker spaniel once.... ohmigod, he was the mother of all flatulents.
my parents have a cocker spaniel. needless to say, he is not permitted into the living room when we have guests...
Thanks Dagmaraka, it's not that I thought she was bad, I just didn't want he to touch me with that face/mouth/nose.
At least Bootsie's farts don't generally smell that bad..... just sometimes.
yes, she is quite a harmless one. and she seems to know it is not socially acceptable in a larger company. Krispin, my parents cocker, on the other hand, seems to wait exactly for those occasions, he believes he pleases the crowd with his sound / odor production.
nothing better than the standing-up-at-the-window squeaker.
