Silver Stories - Hannibal

Today is another of my Silver Stories, this one is about Hannibal or Hanni as his mama calls him. They figure Hanni is currently about 11 years old and he just celebrated three years with his family.

You think you want a young Boxer? You think that a senior isn't right for you? Maybe Hanni can change your mind.

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I guess somethings in life change.......  I don't know what happened to my hooman but they did take care of me. Now I'm feeling a bit lost and boy I sure am hungry.  This new place is really noisy and it smells like bad news. A couple of the hoomans here seem nice but they look at me with pity and say PTS list with sad eyes.... I hear "rescue" and they pat my head when they say it so it's gotta be a good thing............hope so this place sucks.

Hanni's intake photo

RIDE RIDE RIDE!!  I love car rides!! I got to go for a car ride today!!! far far far.....cookies ....fresh air...hours of rides!!   Got to meet another new hooman...she has a car...I like cars...her car has blankets in it . I laid down and napped in this car but stuck my head thru from the back seat cause I didn't want to miss looking at this hooman for one minute.  Oh HI! 2 other dogs!!  They seem nice.  I like my new place. The hoomans give me 3 meals a day!!!  Say i need to fatten up....

Hanni's teeth look like Stonehenge

I got really sick for a few days with what they called kennel cough......hooman female stayed up all night with me cause if I laid my head down I would choke.  But it finally went away and I feel so much better. I hear the hoomans talk about how they brought me in for "hospice" care. That they wanted me to know I was loved when I passed.

I guess it turns out though that I'm not as old as they thought and that actually I'm really healthy. The female hooman calls me "fat" now...i dont know what "fat" is but you should try it 'cause its awesome!!

Fat is awesome!

 "Fat " must be car rides and fur brothers and couch naps and car rides and BALL...."fat" is amazing!!

Fat is BALL!

Fat is amazing!

I've been with my new pack now since Dec of 2011. We do lots of events for that rescue thing...I like hangin' out at bike night and pet stores. I really like talking to people...literally talking...most folks laugh but I got things to say!!  My hoomans say I'm something else which doesn't make any sense I'm just me. Hannibal , a dog like so many other dogs , I was down on my luck looking for a place to get "fat"  ........  Rescue is definitely a good word.

Happy Hanni.

Welcome to Fostering

Since my friend lost her beloved Dudley in the fall I've been on her case to help out with Florida Boxer Rescue. Well I guess I harassed her enough because as of this week she has her first foster dog.

Meet Otto, a two year old white Boxer Boy full of energy and Boxer crazies.

Otto did good riding in my car.  He did not wiggle out of his seatbelt like Duds did. There are white boxer hairs all over the place.

Apparently, running laps around my backyard is exhausting. While he's really smart, he has not figured out the doggy door yet.  Took Duds awhile, too. Otto is enjoying Duds' legacy toys but as you can see, he prefers the floor to the fluffy soft dog bed that's less than a foot away from him. Apparently, it's not close enough to me.  We'll make a trip to the pet store so he can pick out  something of his own.

He was so into his chewie that he slid off his bed and under mine. Eventually he got stuck under there.

He has good house manners and has not tried to get on my bed or any of the furniture.  (Even though the furniture was purchased explicitly for canine comfort) I can't go anywhere in my house without a little white shadow.

They Know

I've posted before about Tonka, my current foster Boxer from Florida Boxer Rescue. She's still here although I have no idea why. Anyone would be lucky to get this sweet, laid back girl.

The only challenge with Tonka has been walking her because she is so strong. It's not even pulling that's the issue, it's the stopping to sniff things and losing track of what we're doing. The other day on a whim I tried walking her with the Brindle's harness on and it made a world of difference. Enough so that after popping out to pick up a harness for Tonka I decided to walk them together.

I was expecting it to be a challenge because I've been working with the Brindle for some time to cut out the leash aggression. That is going very well. Now when he wants to bark at another dog instead he turns to me and stares at the treat bag.

About half way through our walk I looked up and saw a gentleman coming towards us with the white cane that told me he is blind. I started reeling in the dogs and when we got closer put them in a sit on the grass so he could have the sidewalk.

He stopped and asked what they were and if they were friendly, when I said yes he leaned down to pet them. They both moved into his hand for love, Tonka first, then the Brindle to which he commented how much bigger he is. I laughed and said yes, he's my big boy. The gentlemen and I chatted a bit and both dogs just stood, no pulling, no jumping, no being crazy Boxers.

I was so proud of them for their good behaviour, somehow they just knew.