Duke Monster
Boxer Pal
How I aquired the Duke is a pretty cool story and since you guys have this thread, and since I am bored, I figured I would share. I'll start by saying I have always wanted either a boxer or an american bull, I have had two english bulldogs, love them (my parents moved down south and took them with them) however, the bulls from England can be quite the boring animal when it comes to trying to run around with your pet. I digress...
I arrive for my graveyard shift, late october of this year, where I suit up and become a cop. I go to one of my bosses, to see what I will have in store for the night, usually always some different, random assignment, and he tells me im going to Manhattan to drop a dog off at the pound.
I need to get off topic for a moment. From time to time we get dogs in the precicnt, mostly vicious pitbulls, and other horrible mean dogs that got to be that way because of some awful people. For whatever reason they are at the precinct, we have to send them to the pound. Back to the story...
So im walking to the back of the house, where these animals are usually kept thinking about how I'm going to keep this dog from ripping my arm off. I get back there to see a few fellow officers playing with this adorable, little boxer. I was told he was found running around in the park across the street and was brought in. He had no tags or chips. He was a little skinny, you could see his ribs a little, but all in all, a really good looking, well mannored young pup.
I couldn't bring this guy home, my landlord would kill me, and it's a little to random for me, is what I thought and commenced with loading him into the back of one of the cars, like a bad guy, and headed off to the pound. Boy did I feel terrible. He was just sitting in the back, looking around, being a good little boxer.
I felt terrible about leaving him there. He actually whined a little when I left. I think the Precinct was nicer than the pound, and that's pretty bad. I left, went back to work for the night.
3 days later, my heart got the better of me after the shelter called and said nobody claimed the boxer and he is up for adoption, are you interested? I drove off to manhattan, took the night off, and made a few calls to the landlord. Few hours later the Duke took over the apartment.
It's been a little tough so far, but for the most part he is good. He was already housebroken, which was huge, and knew a couple simple commands. He is probably about a year now, my vet and I agreed, so he is digging his teeth into quite a few things I rather he didn't, but I expected a little trouble anyways. He seems quite happy here, and he has since filled out, definately doesn't look malnourished anymore. The vet gave him a clean bill of health and all.
He is sleeping next to me right now and just passed some terrible gas...I guess he is comfortable here!
I arrive for my graveyard shift, late october of this year, where I suit up and become a cop. I go to one of my bosses, to see what I will have in store for the night, usually always some different, random assignment, and he tells me im going to Manhattan to drop a dog off at the pound.
I need to get off topic for a moment. From time to time we get dogs in the precicnt, mostly vicious pitbulls, and other horrible mean dogs that got to be that way because of some awful people. For whatever reason they are at the precinct, we have to send them to the pound. Back to the story...
So im walking to the back of the house, where these animals are usually kept thinking about how I'm going to keep this dog from ripping my arm off. I get back there to see a few fellow officers playing with this adorable, little boxer. I was told he was found running around in the park across the street and was brought in. He had no tags or chips. He was a little skinny, you could see his ribs a little, but all in all, a really good looking, well mannored young pup.
I couldn't bring this guy home, my landlord would kill me, and it's a little to random for me, is what I thought and commenced with loading him into the back of one of the cars, like a bad guy, and headed off to the pound. Boy did I feel terrible. He was just sitting in the back, looking around, being a good little boxer.
I felt terrible about leaving him there. He actually whined a little when I left. I think the Precinct was nicer than the pound, and that's pretty bad. I left, went back to work for the night.
3 days later, my heart got the better of me after the shelter called and said nobody claimed the boxer and he is up for adoption, are you interested? I drove off to manhattan, took the night off, and made a few calls to the landlord. Few hours later the Duke took over the apartment.
It's been a little tough so far, but for the most part he is good. He was already housebroken, which was huge, and knew a couple simple commands. He is probably about a year now, my vet and I agreed, so he is digging his teeth into quite a few things I rather he didn't, but I expected a little trouble anyways. He seems quite happy here, and he has since filled out, definately doesn't look malnourished anymore. The vet gave him a clean bill of health and all.
He is sleeping next to me right now and just passed some terrible gas...I guess he is comfortable here!
