Wednesday, December 1, 2010

How It Started

10 years! It's how long I have been talking myself out of it for traveling and living in a condo. But I finally broke down and decided to get a BOXER DOG!

“But boxers are so hyper, it’s too much work”. Well, I know. But they’re also the dogs I grew up with and have loved ever since. 

Gold was ‘my’ boxer, the one closets to my age, who I lived with from when I was 6 till 16. I am pretty sure I'm a better person because I had him around. Imagine if I hadn’t!

Gold and I in Brazil in 1983, when we were both puppies!
Boxers are special. There’s something about that head tilt, that will probably make me go through a whole bag of treats each day, and that sad face, which I am sure will make me start sleeping in the dog bed and give them mine in no time.

I'm hopeless already.

I'M DOING IT!

DISCLAIMER (or shush): Before I hear a beep about having a big dog in an apartment, know that I did do my homework. I talked to a few people in boxer rescue shelters and read a lot about it. Yes, you can have a boxer in an apartment, it's not a problem or not unfair to them AS LONG as they get PLENTY OF EXERCISE. So I know what I have to do and I will do it. It will benefit us both.

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