Rubin, the Working Dog

A few days ago BML member Janet Giarratano posted about her Boxer Rubin and his "job". This is what she said that day:

"Rubin has a job, it is to wear a backpack and collect bottles on our walks.  We donate all the money to the Humane Society here in Wayne County. We have cleaned up the neighborhood and haven't gotten as many bottles lately. Today on our way home he was sad. As we entered then driveway he saw a pile of bottles. He got so excited and ran to them and wanted me to put them in the backpack. I do not know who put them there but he is happy again. I think we have good neighbors.

Be careful what you do people are watching.

Rubin got a letter from the Humane Society  saying that they were happy he was helping save the animals. I did read it to him, he was wagging his tail the whole time. I hung it on the wall and it  will  go in his scrap book."

I immediately emailed Janet and said she had to send me photos of Rubin working and kind soul that she is she followed through. I'm so pleased and I think Rubin is pretty awesome. But when are Tango's photos coming Janet? ;-)

 




Rubin, in his pack, ready to go.

A working dog has to keep his eyes peeled.

Rubin, happily showing off his treasure.

Congratulations to Janet on making Rubin feel important and helping other animals at the same time.

Getting To Know Murphy

Today we get to share in a happy story from the BML. The following is what Debbie McDilda sent me regarding her new addition, Murphy.

Murphy was born on Cinco de Mayo 2009, so he's about 2 1/2 years old and he's a very typical 2-3 year old! Lots and lots of energy and endless curiosity. I've known Murphy since he was born but since he's been in Portland with my step-son and family I hadn't seen him in a while. When my husband and I went north this past Thanksgiving I noticed that they were not enjoying Murphy's young antics (or energy) AT ALL. After many conversations with my daughter-in-law, and discussing what would be best for Murphy, we offered to adopt him. He and Annie (my new rescue) really loved playing and were obviously compatible. No firm decision was made then. My step-son came down at Christmas with Murphy and his 11 yr. old boxer Major and on Christmas night he asked if we'd be willing to keep Murphy. We did in an instant. He stayed with us from that day on and he and Annie are getting closer every day. 

He's on his way to becoming the great big boy that we can see in between the high energy moments. He's very sweet, is great with kids of all ages and loves to play with his toys. He's enjoying his freedom to be a young boxer tremendously.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you, Murphy.

 

This last one is Murphy in his cone of shame after his exuberance landed him with a nasty wound in his leg.

Remembering Shubert

I had mentioned in my last entry that I had a new plan to get my blog going again. I came up with the idea because for years on the BML our great friend Dale would post photos on his Friends page so we could admire each other's Boxers. With Dale's failing health I thought, why not? I could do this. So here we go.

The first entry is bittersweet because it is to commemorate one of the members of our Boxer family that has passed. That's the bitter, the sweet is Shubert was just a month shy of her 16th birthday and that's something almost unheard of for a Boxer. Shubert had been with Dianne Nelson in Alaska for about the last six years, since the passing of our friend Susan Barnes and was the last of Susan's "galz". Dianne sent me the following photos to share.

Shubert in the swimming hole two summers ago. (She doesn't look like an old dog to me)






 

In December Dianne and Shubert participated in a skit at a talent show. Dianne is the one in the Dalmation suit.

Shubert right before they went on stage. She is wearing her Fido Fleece and a big red bow on her collar. She got to be so loving to everyone where as before Susan got her she was afraid of everyone and everything.

Shubert and her sweetie Casey, cuddling on the couch.

Shubert using her kitty friend Twink as a pillow.

And this last shot is to let all the rest of us know what we're missing, not being in Alaska.

That lump of snow in the middle? That's Dianne's truck.