My last boxer, Bo, kidney beaned, nibbled, woo-wooed, froggy-doged, drooled to excess and had a habit of always managing to get in the way. Jake, our current dog, doesn't do any of those things. Jake runs the figure eights like a banshee. When he needs to go out, he comes over and paws my foot until I get the message. Jake is an ankle grabber. He has such a grip that I think he might be able to climb a tree. If you are wearing black or he has just had his dinner, you have got to watch your pants. I am proud to be seen walking by his side.