Boxer Babes

Which one would you choose? Look at this picture of Boxer Beauties and savor their cuteness. Imagine their puppy breath. Imagine their squirmy little bodies in your arms.



Conjure up a memory of holding a new life...the way they relax in your arms. The way they mold their body into yours. The absolute trust they have in you. The warmth of their bodies as they snuggle close to your heart.


Imagine their sweet smelling puppy breath. Their soft tongue licking your face with puppy kisses. The way their eyes lovingly look into yours with complete devotion, trust, and love.

Imagine their wrinkles of excess skin. The size of their paws. The glimpse into the future of the dog they will become.

How can you choose one? How can you resist one?

Puppy Training

This is best advice I have heard recently...had to share...

The best advice ever given a puppy owner is to take a newspaper, roll it up, secure it tightly, and leave it on the coffee table. Then, when the puppy piddles in the house, chews up a slipper, or breaks any other house rule, you simply take the newspaper and bang it on the top of your head repeatedly, while reciting the phrase, "I should have been watching my puppy!" Author Unknown

Love it and couldn't agree more...

Is this guy handsome, or what?

This is Baron. He is our "little" puppy. He is a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and in this picture he is 6 months old!! He is a beautiful dog and smart as a whip...and although the aforementioned traits are all well and good...because of them, he drives us crazy most days. Our son, Michael, has asked us on numerous occasions if we can get rid of him. In fact, he just asked me that earlier in the day. Michael had just finished making himself a "crabby pattie" (don't ask, Ok, Ok, if you must know it is a cheese sandwich made with ketchup, only today he got creative and put mustard on it too) and was enjoying his culinary talents when he made the fatal mistake of walking away from the kitchen counter. Well, as any fine dog knows....a little "counter surfing" and a little snack is had by all!! Baron was happy...he likes crabby patties. Michael, on the other hand was not happy!! A little tears, a lot of yelling, life goes on. If only Baron wasn't so smart and so stubborn...I would love to break him of his Extreme Sport....do you think mousetraps on the counter will work?? Or is that some obscure form of animal abuse?