JazznChase
Boxer Insane
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A BOXER PERSON WHEN.... "
You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
You refer to yourselves as Mama and Daddy.
Your boxer sleeps with you.
You have 32 different names for your boxer. Most make no sense, but he understands.
You like people who like your boxer. You despise people who don't.
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your boxer the way other people talk about their kid.
You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your boxer.
You put an extra blanket on the bed so your boxer can be comfortable.
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your boxer than go to the movies with your sweetie.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your boxer loves to go with you.
You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your boxer in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Baby, pee!" over and over again, while your baby tends to play and forget what he's out there for (but what your neighbors think of your behavior is yet another story).
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your boxer sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.
Your boxer is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build his or her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by their self.
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your boxer.
You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your boxer.
You have your boxer's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.
You skip breakfast so you can walk your boxer in the morning before work.
You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your boxer needs his or her walk.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your boxer.
Your parents refer to your pet as their grandkid.
Your friend's boxer acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
Your weekend activities are planned around taking your boxer for a hike (both days).
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your boxer gets thirsty at night (after all, his or her other dish is way down on the first floor...).
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your boxer gets a taste, too).
You shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your boxer can reach all her favorite spots.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your boxer is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.
You make popcorn just to play catch with your boxer.
You carry pictures of your boxer in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
And the number one reason you know you're a boxer person: Your dog is the star of your World Wide Web site!
You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
You refer to yourselves as Mama and Daddy.
Your boxer sleeps with you.
You have 32 different names for your boxer. Most make no sense, but he understands.
You like people who like your boxer. You despise people who don't.
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your boxer the way other people talk about their kid.
You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your boxer.
You put an extra blanket on the bed so your boxer can be comfortable.
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your boxer than go to the movies with your sweetie.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your boxer loves to go with you.
You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your boxer in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Baby, pee!" over and over again, while your baby tends to play and forget what he's out there for (but what your neighbors think of your behavior is yet another story).
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your boxer sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.
Your boxer is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build his or her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by their self.
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your boxer.
You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your boxer.
You have your boxer's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.
You skip breakfast so you can walk your boxer in the morning before work.
You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your boxer needs his or her walk.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your boxer.
Your parents refer to your pet as their grandkid.
Your friend's boxer acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
Your weekend activities are planned around taking your boxer for a hike (both days).
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your boxer gets thirsty at night (after all, his or her other dish is way down on the first floor...).
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your boxer gets a taste, too).
You shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your boxer can reach all her favorite spots.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your boxer is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.
You make popcorn just to play catch with your boxer.
You carry pictures of your boxer in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
And the number one reason you know you're a boxer person: Your dog is the star of your World Wide Web site!
