pop the cork, the champagne glass, raise to the future, drink to the past
I want boxer-babies already...
Sometime in the next couple of years, I'm going to get a dog, and it's going to be a boxer, because they're so darling...
D wants a labrador, a black one. He can have a chocolate one. Maybe. But nothing beats teh crayzee of boxer pups with their wiggliness and their floppy ears (US breeders are *wrong* - they're not supposed to look 'plucky', they're supposed to look like the big softies they are...) and the wiffling and snuffling.
I have a b&w picture of a red boxer with a big blaze down his nose just behind my computer screen so I can look at him while he's working. It's just a greeting card, but the big boxer boy on the front is so mournful and... boxerlike... that I had to put him up. His name is George.
*does a boxer-wiggle. wiggle*
There is obviously no other point to this post than to waste more time looking at George.
Sometime in the next couple of years, I'm going to get a dog, and it's going to be a boxer, because they're so darling...
D wants a labrador, a black one. He can have a chocolate one. Maybe. But nothing beats teh crayzee of boxer pups with their wiggliness and their floppy ears (US breeders are *wrong* - they're not supposed to look 'plucky', they're supposed to look like the big softies they are...) and the wiffling and snuffling.
I have a b&w picture of a red boxer with a big blaze down his nose just behind my computer screen so I can look at him while he's working. It's just a greeting card, but the big boxer boy on the front is so mournful and... boxerlike... that I had to put him up. His name is George.
*does a boxer-wiggle. wiggle*
There is obviously no other point to this post than to waste more time looking at George.