Tango's Disgust

Today a photo from one of our favourite BML storytellers, Janet Giarratano.

I am sending a pic of Tango.

This  is a picture of her  today when Rubin made the mistake of peeing on her as she was outside peeing. She was so mad at him she came inside right away and got in the shower.

The look on her face says it all.

Poor Tango in the shower.

Doggie's Herding Style

The "Why Yes, Boxers Can Herd" post last week led to some conversation on the subject. Deb Franks sent the following:

"Doggie has been our main sheep dog since we have had sheep.

As for rounding up the sheep...well I do not need a dog for that. I just call them and they come running.

She excels at helping catch & hold when we shear and trim the feet. I have yet to meet a dog as good as her at that part of sheep work.

I have high hopes for CBGB taking over this job, hopefully in the next month Doggie will be training him.

Katie is OK, getting better each year but she is jut not as forceful as needed with the sheep."

The interesting thing about Deb's email is that Katie's the Sheepdog X in the bunch, Doggie is a Boxer X and CBGB a Rhodesian Ridgeback X.

Not long after sending that email to the BML, Deb sent me the following:

"As you can see - she displays speed! Agility! Cunning! She is the hardest working sheep dog/boxer on the planet."

Folks, here you have it, Doggie demonstrating her particular style of herding.

Thinking back... Spencer

Today I'm taking the blog back for myself, for a special reason. April 22nd, is the twelfth anniversary of a particular Boxer having come into my life.

His name was Spencer and he was a very special White Boxer. He came to me, thanks to Marta Nettlefield of Boxer Rescue Canada, all the way from California. He was meant to have arrived a little earlier than he did but he missed his connection in Philadelphia. Later, as I came to know him, I realized that he must have conned someone into letting him visit the duty free.

The idea had been to bring home a prince for Kate, little did I know that she was getting the court jester instead. He wasn't so handsome when he arrived, he had mange and he was pink. My vet's first thought was "what have you done". But a few months of good food, lots of love and regular baths and he was turned into the most beautiful boy.

He was only eight when he left me, with a huge hole where he had been. My only conclusion? They needed a greeter at the Bridge and his reputation for welcoming any and all species, especially babies, most definitely preceded him.

Here are a few of my favourite photos of my my sweet boy Spencer, or as my niece called him, the White Spotted Goof.

My silly guy, you can see here that both his bottom canines are gone.

Doing the Boxer thing with Max.

Run Spencer! I have no idea where he's going but he's about to hit the house...

Snoozing with his girl, Kate.

My handsome guy.