Brindle Shopping

The Brindle is not really a demanding fellow, he has few needs. The occasional dried tripe, a duck tender now and then, he's basically a low maintenance guy. I however wouldn't be a fine, upstanding Boxer keeper if I allowed that to be it.

In the past I have not been a purchaser of stuffies for my Boxers. The fact is that a soft toy in the paws and flews of Boxers is not likely to last for long. What I had forgotten is that when it's a sole Boxer these could be items to be cherished, especially if they squeak. Hence the Brindle has some particular favourite toys, all of them dragons.

There's the green dragon that traveled with him in his crate from Canada:



His second dragon is blue, his Belgian friend Daniel calls it Elliot after Pete's Dragon. This one often requires some acrobatics:



And the last one is the one we have numerous discussions about. The Brindle is determined that she's an outside toy, I don't agree but as long as she doesn't leave the patio we have a truce.



In more recent shopping, we have been on a quest to find a new harness for "he who must be obeyed". This included one attempt where the Brindle went into the store for a fitting of a simply beautiful model that was clearly not made with the Boxer chest in mind. And this of a harness that claimed to be made for Great Danes and St Bernards. Whatever!

This past weekend saw success, this harness isn't as luxurious (or expensive!) as the other one but I think he's pleased. What do you think?



(p.s anyone concerned with the Brindle's largesse, well this is what I got this weekend)

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.