Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to everyone who follows The Brindle and I here.

This was our Christmas card photo this year.

Gifts for The Brindle

I can't very well go away and not bring back gifts for the boy. I know he's happy at Marcodia's but of course I miss the silly guy.

So I picked him up a new collar in Key West, from Coconut Retriever. Here it is being modeled as a belt by his new friend, Frills the Grey Triceratops, yes that is a gecko on the collar. Frills is a Go Dog product, the same company that makes The Brindle's dragons.

I think he'll approve, what do you think?

Everything About Me #17

Greetings and salutations!

I'm going to offer you something a little special for today's entry from the list. It's to be an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc). I hemmed and hawed for quite a while over this one and then I realized, there is only one piece of art that I've truly loved recently and it's one that most of you will have never seen.

This is a work of art from a lady by the name of Teri Derome. You can see some of Teri's work on the Boxer Art website and I've liberated this little snippet about her from there: "Teri DeRome is a very talented artist and Boxer Rescue volunteer who specializes in watercolor paintings of dogs--namely Boxers."

A while back Teri did a particularly special painting for a mutual friend of ours. You see Teri is what I call an imaginary friend, someone I know via the internet but have never been privileged enough to meet in person. We met thanks to a wonderful creation called the Boxer Mailing List. The following painting is one that she did for one of list admins, Dale and his wife Diane, who aren't imaginary friends. I have been a guest in their home and enjoyed myself very much including waking up in the morning to discover Louis had joined me during the night.

I present you, Emily and Louis.

The First Brindle

For those of you that don't know, The Brindle was not the first. The first brindle was a lovely wee girl by the name of Kate. She came into my life in November of 1998 when she was a wee girl of 8 weeks. It was she that introduced me to the Boxer breed and all of the comedy, action, joy, and sorrow, that goes along with it.

She was often a serious lady. She ruled all she surveyed and took her duties seriously often giving me a long suffering look as if to say "could you DO something about these boys?".

But tiny Kate, when she was a lone dog was a little less so. She learned early on, thanks to stops after puppy kindergarten, that a drive thru window might provide her with Timbits. She developed a liking for beer from knocking over bottles meaning they were never safe from her. She lived to chase balls, especially snowballs and would go for hours. And I don't think there has ever been anything as beautiful as Kate in a full out run, butt tucked, ears flying, that girl could move.

As she aged she did so with dignity. Her face got grey, you could see her bones ached but she was happiest with her friends be they human, canine or some other species. She was a sweet old gal who lived to a grand age for a Boxer and loved by everyone who met her.

Run free sweet princess and give our love to Spencer.