Winter Wonderland

I need to get something off of my chest. I live in Texas for a reason. It's not all the cowboys and horses. Texas is warm. Usually it's downright hot. That's why I live here. Now, let me tell you, I understand winter. In Texas, winter is February. It can get downright chilly, then. But it is still fall here. December 2, and I wake up to this!

I can tell you, as soon as the front door opened, and I saw my car covered by FROZEN WATER, I slammed myself into reverse. I could have held it for days, but mom said I had to go potty. She dragged me onto the front porch. I tried to quickly potty on the porch, so mom and I could get back inside, but mom said no. She made me walk in the wet freezing grass to potty!

After that torture, this is what I did for the next several hours to recuperate. See the tight ball I made of myself? That means it is cold!

After my first nap, I looked out again. Oh, the horror! Did we move to Minnesota overnight?

The poor dog we made was also covered with a blanket of arctic evil. I suggested that he shake it off, but he just stood there stoically. Poor guy - I feel sorry for him and all the other outside dogs who woke up shivering this morning.

Just seeing all of that made me chilly, so I went back inside and spent the remainder of the day in my toasty bed, dreaming of July.

Texas, I have to tell you - I am disappointed. Warm it up, buddy, or we may have to move south...

Dakota the Distinguished

After we put up our beautiful Christmas tree, Dakota wanted to take a picture. She gathered up all of her dignity for her picture.

After mom snapped the picture, she relaxed, and her true personality shone through...

What a dip-wad...

We Built a Dog!

This has been a fun week - mom is staying home from work and we are decorating for Christmas!

I was really surprised when the first thing the moms brought out was a box of wood - weird! Are we going to have a fire, or what?

I would be happy to chew up the wood, but the moms kept telling me no. Rude moms!

Oh, now I see - we are building a dog! I have to tell you, the boy has some skinny legs, and he doesn't smell like any dog I know!

I even tasted his little nubbin (he must be a boxer with that nubbin). Again, the rude moms said no, but he didn't even turn around when I chomped on his tail...he is a stoic boy!

When we finished, mom put some sticks on his head - I'm not sure why. They love to make us wear stuff on our heads.


Then they wrapped him up with beads and threw him outside. I guess he's going to be an outside dog like the other one. Poor guy. They don't seem to mind, though. They just wait there, guarding the front door...

Boxer Calendar 2010

On Sale Now!

2010 Legacy Boxer Rescue Calendars are now on sale, featuring our very own boxer family!

Purchase online at www.savetheboxers.com or pick some up at one of our Meet Our Boxer events. Calendars cost $20.00 each plus $2.50 for shipping.

(And hey, look at that handsome Mr. December!

Sad News

In the words of Pluto's wonderful foster mom, who loved him dearly:

"Some words are hard to say and these words are the hardest. At the very end of Pluto's surgery this morning he went into cardiac arrest. Despite the heroic efforts of the surgeon, the vet and his staff, they were not able to save Pluto. So not fair."

From Pluto:

"Thank you all for your wishes and for trying to give me the legacy that I deserved. Every ending is sad, no matter what. But my ending would have been even sadder if you had not tried and if we had never had the chance to sing our song together."

Thank you especially to Moco and Grammie for their extremely generous donation towards Pluto's care. We at Legacy Boxer Rescue are heartbroken that we lost this sweet young boxer, who was wishing on a star that he would get a new chance and a happy forever home someday.

New Digs

Well, I have some news. Casa Cubby has moved! A few weeks ago, my place flooded. The moms didn't know, because it flooded near a wall, and you couldn't see the water - it was all under the carpet.

The result was that suddenly our place started smelling BAD. Ugh! So, we had to figure out what to do. Ultimately, it was decided that we would move - next door!

We checked out the new place, and it seemed a little weird - everything was backwards! It's a mirror image of the old place!

Then the moms started the move. I don't know if any of you bloggers have moved before, but it is difficult. The moms carried all of our stuff from one place to the other. We were pretty confused. The old place got more and more empty, until finally, we started staying in the new place.

The moms kept making fun of me, because whenever we went for a walk, I would try to go in the old place. It was all a big joke until mom did the same thing one day!!! Now only one mom is laughing at me!

Some things got lost in the move. We lost our big lamp, a drafting table, and lots of injured stuffies. The biggest thing we lost, though, was my couch! Now we have no couch at all! I'm not sure how the couch was lost between two doors that are a foot apart, but that's the story.


Where my couch used to sit, we now have three Mickey Mouse beds and now three beds with sides. The moms just might be loony - or maybe they can't count (2 dogs, 6 beds - hmm...). Maybe we are getting four new brothers? I guess there's plenty of spots to nap, but I miss my old smelly couch.

We all have to move into the future, I suppose. I am glad the move is over, so now the moms can stop whining about all the hard work!

Eight is the Magic Number!

Who is this cute little puppy? You guessed it! It's my sissy, Dakota! And, it is her birthday today!


Awww, she used to be so cute and little, but those days are OVER! Now she is giant and old! Eight years old!


The moms gave her a screaming monkey, which she promptly destroyed. They also sang to her! (Notice she is wearing a cool Vikings collar, while I am wearing a girly flowery collar - what's up with that?)


Then they gave her a this very cute frog. They also gave her two big beds!

At first, she was just posing in her new bed, but then she started talking smack!

Can you believe she would tell me to stay off her bed. It's new, and it smells like the pet store. I am interested!


Finally, she settled down to incessantly squeak her frog. Ugh - will it ever stop?

Anyway, Happy Birthday, Dakota!!! We all love you!!!