SkippyToo
Completely Boxer Crazy
They love the "routines" that they have picked up on. A jingle of a leash, a coat coming off of a hook, keys in hand, and the purse, oh no...they cannot always go with us (too many of them). Samson gets excited over me laughing. He becomes a big nut. It is definitely "let's be a crazy boy time." The more I laugh, the nuttier he gets. Boxer bash begins. Delilah sleeps with us. As soon as everyone else goes to their crates, late at night, she runs for a toy. Normally it is the squeakiest toy available. We have to do "shifts" in our house because the two older females are rivals. It works out fine. They all get their happy time in...and there are no fights.