Brindle Comfort

Boxers are known for many things. They are silly, goofy, irreverent and the clowns of the dog world. The Brindle is all of those things and takes great pleasure in demonstrating that he is more than willing to uphold the finest reputation of his breed. I believe his various demonstrations of thievery are a good example of that.

Also, as befits his self imposed status of King of all he surveys, all things are his. He will share the sun lounger with me, but prefers not to:



He also has taken a good claim of the couch. No matter how often I tidy the pillows and blankets he will put them where he wants, all in the name of Brindle comfort.



Who am I to argue with his royal self?

The Greying of the Brindle

It has been commented on recently that the Brindle is showing some age. In the dog world it's not rude to comment on grey hair. So perhaps we should do a little comparison. Here we have the Brindle in his youth:




That photo dates from the summer that he was one. This next photo was taken just a few weeks ago:




Do we all see the difference? Yes, there is a little bit of frosting around the jowl area but after all the Brindle will be five years old in August.

I would like to point out that his head has also taken on a different, more Boxer-ish shape and he finally grew into his ears. He wants everyone to know that he, like his mom, is pretty ok with having grey hair. Life experiences are a good thing, even when they don't seem so at the time.

He would also like to invite everyone to join him for some virtual festivities on August 11th in celebration of his big day. Perhaps someone could be convinced to whip up a batch of Boxer brownies for him.

Roasted Brindle

It's hard to blog when your subject doesn't give you much to work with.

It's been hot here the last couple of weeks and hot is not popular with the smooshy faced canines. Mostly he prowls and hides out in the hedge, waiting for it to get cooler so he can do a rampage through the yard.

We are outside a lot right now though, enjoying the current rain free (touch wood!) period. He supervised the assembly of the new patio furniture and has given it his drool of approval.



Since my last entry we have celebrated Canada Day, yes even in Belgium. There was a good turn out and we had perfect weather. The Brindle elected to stay home for the evening, he's not a fan of crowds and it was cooler in the castle than in the field where the events were held. My personal touch of patriotism was pretty much a hit.



A few nights ago he and I went for a stroll around the garden. I scooped some cherries off one of the trees and checked out the rose bushes. Him? He ran, ate grass, ran, snuffled through the gardens and ran some more. And then? He came back to let me know he was, as always, having a great time.


After that, to finish off the night, he found himself a good spot to watch the world go by outside the castle gate.