tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211104312024-03-23T11:11:12.686-07:00Cubby Goes DigitalAfter seven years of living offline, I am taking my boxer self and going DIGITAL! Live my adventures!Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.comBlogger578125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-58942994762674806572011-07-12T15:15:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:15:29.862-07:00Saying GoodbyeCubby's mom here: <br />
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It's been a rough day. I hate to type this, but Cubby passed away today. He said to tell you all, thanks for the memories. He had a wonderful life with Dakota and his moms. We miss him terribly.<br />
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You have all been very supportive of his rescue efforts over the years. He thanks you for that. If you have a dollar or two to spare, please send a donation in his memory to Legacy Boxer Rescue. <a href="http://www.savetheboxers.com/donate.php">http://www.savetheboxers.com/donate.php</a><br />
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He worked hard all these years, doing home visits, teaching people about boxers, and loving his mothers. <br />
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Rest in peace, little old man. We'll never forget you.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-54077065168419580232011-06-18T21:18:00.000-07:002011-06-18T21:18:55.001-07:00Acceptable TributeI guess I have to admit that my moms made an acceptable tribute to my birthday. In addition to the half Cheeto, I got this pile of loot. The eyeballs under the arrow were not part of my loot. They were trying to steal my loot.<br />
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Speaking of stealing, the hedgehog now has a big hole in its back. I guess Dakota didn't realize she could get the eggs out through the hole on the bottom. She is so dumb.<br />
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Auntie Rhonda came to visit me for my big day. She gave me one of those cookies with sprinkles and lots of kisses! I love you, Auntie Rhonda!<br />
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These salmon strips were super-delicious, and delightfully smelly. They get two thumbs up in my book. Even better than Cheetos! <br />
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I was thrilled when the moms started making eggs after they ate supper. Eggs for me! <br />
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Mom promised she would put some feet cheese on my eggs, and she came through (I humor her when she calls it that. Silly mom.).<br />
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I got to lick the spatula after the eggs were ready! Num num num num...<br />
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Almost egg time! Mom has to get artsy with the eggs. That doesn't bother me, but why do I have to share everything with Dakota on MY birthday? Notice the little pieces of cheese on top of the eggs? Yay!<br />
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These eggs are scrumptious! Even though my poor baby leg hurts because of that darn puppy (notice how I'm holding it out to the side so the moms feel bad), I thoroughly enjoyed my birthday!Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-59148289898058980912011-06-18T10:53:00.000-07:002011-06-18T10:53:36.728-07:00Cookies!Oh, things are looking up! We got cookies with sprinkles! Yummy!<br />
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I know they bought some lovely fishy treats yesterday - I can smell them in the closet. Time to break out the fishiness. Here fishyfishyfishy...<br />
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I have to shout out to my friends Dudley and Roxy for taking that evil puppy, Boppy, away from here. He is now busy terrorizing Dudley instead of Dakota. Dakota and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts. <br />
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I think we have finally convinced the moms once and for all that we are too old for puppies, but I plan to start limping any time they even say the word puppy just to be safe.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-77124133068042302342011-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:39:34.954-07:00Even Dakota AgreesThis little puppy, named Boppy, will not be staying at our house very long. He must be adopted out ASAP. Just watch how bad he is...<br />
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See, now what kind of heathen would use an old black dog as a launching pad? Probably the same one that used me as bowling pins yesterday.<br />
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Boppy was running across the porch with wet feet, slipped, and slid right through my feet. I really gave him the business for that, believe me.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-54988596597837018342011-06-11T16:57:00.000-07:002011-06-11T16:57:06.972-07:00The Moms Have Lost It......if they think I am going to let this thing stay here.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These are my cousins Chip, Cookie, and Kitty. They played in my personal dog park while all the people talked and ate and talked some more. The most fun part of the day was when we got a visit from the evil, daring squirrel. My cousins settled in to watch the squirrel and help us catch him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had him treed where he would never get past us. He was totally doomed! He would come down the tree to see if he could make it to the fence, and we would rush him back up. But then he spent some time up at the top of the tree hiding, and SOME OF US started getting bored and losing focus. The squirrel started heading back down, and the people were encouraging him to make a break for it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Suddenly, he made a run for it! There were only two of us standing guard, and we made a dash to grab him! We were all stunned when the squirrel made it through the doggie gauntlet and to the fence!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We did a lot of fussing after that, but our chance at squirrel-catching greatness was gone. He was on the fence taunting us, but there was nothing we could do...<br />
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...next time, Evil Squirrel...next time...Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-12417450765612951132011-04-18T19:18:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:18:21.496-07:00My WalkaboutI had quite the adventure yesterday, courtesy of my VERY irresponsible mom. We had a spring storm last week (very scary for Dakota), complete with hail and high winds. The storm did quite the number on our fence (and mom's tomato plants - she's still whining).<div><br />
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</div><div>The moms were very careful all week, insisting that they go outside with us, even though we carefully avoided the broken fence. What you can't see from the picture is that the bottom of the fence was flapping in the breeze!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>The good and responsible mom went off to Legacy Boxer Rescue's adoption fair, leaving me and Dakota in the unreliable hands of the feckless mom. We went out in the backyard to wait for Uncle Stephen to come help us fix the fence. Mom was out there, too - sealing the new fence panel, and ignoring me and Dakota. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Incredibly, the neighbor's fence had fallen completely down in the front of his yard, and I could smell my freedom! I heard a little noise behind me and turned around. It was Dakota - sticking her head through the fence and alerting mom to my escape! TRAITOR!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I rushed toward my freedom, turned the corner out of view of mom and Dakota - I knew I could make it - when I heard my poor incompetent mom's panicked cry - "CUBBY!" "Cubby! Cubby! Cubby!" I took a few more steps toward liberty, but in the end, I could not break my poor mother's heart. I turned around and headed back through the magic portal and into my mom's arms. I got to meet my pretty neighbor Golden, Zoey, on the way back in.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Now I just look past the bars on my window, dreaming of the wild I knew for only a brief moment...</div><div><br />
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Afterwards, mom took us outside to dry off and warm up. That's why we are nude. Don't think we run around nude all the time. We took care of the neighborhood squirrels who were trying to invade the yard.<br />
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I rearranged some dirt in the yard and napped in the hole while Dakota rolled around playfully in the leaves. It was a wonderful afternoon, except mom was making whiny sounds from the porch. Who knows what her problem was.<br />
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<div></div>My buddy Bella the Boxer, has written a book called Secrets of a Working Dog: Unleash Your Potential and Create Success. Her book is chock-filled with tips, tricks and tales to help humans work smarter and be happier. Bella’s book will appeal to anyone who loves dogs, but boxer people in particular will relate to her silly (and mischievous) sense of humor.<br />
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Nothing makes Bella happier than using her book to help other boxers in need, which is why she is partnering with Legacy Boxer Rescue. For every paperback book sold directly from her website, Bella will donate $8 to Legacy Boxer Rescue. She’ll personalize and “pawtograph” it for you, too! The book makes an excellent gift and costs just $19.95 which includes free shipping (in the U.S.). She also donated some books to the silent auction.<br />
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Here are the details: Order the paperback book directly from Bella’s <a href="http://bellatheboxer.com/book/buy.html">website</a>. Unfortunately, they can’t track e-Book sales or sales made on Amazon or Barnes & Noble. You’ll be directed to a PayPal page where you can place your order. Before you checkout, make sure to enter “LEGACY BOXER RESCUE” in the field marked “Promotional Codes or Offers.” That’s it! Bella will make sure that 40% of your purchase order, or $8 for every book sold, will go directly to Legacy Boxer Rescue. If you have any questions or problems, feel free to contact Bella (or her humans, Ellen or Patrick) at <a href="mailto:bella@bellatheboxer.com">bella@bellatheboxer.com</a>.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-25850773959778642232011-02-04T12:53:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:53:05.554-08:00What Happened to My Dog Park?Last week, I was innocently sunning, barking at birds, and stalking squirrels. All was well in my dog park.<br />
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This week, my dog park has turned into some kind of frozen wasteland. First it was hard ice, and this morning it turned into fluffy freezing snow. Can you see my anger?<br />
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Why is it that Dakota gets her favorite weather, and I don't? I am angry. On the other hand, I appreciate that my personal dogpark has a snow-blocking device.<br />
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She wakes us all up at 6am, even on the weekend. It's not that she has to potty, but that she wants to go out and play. She grabs a toy and runs, trying to get someone to chase her. She acts like a baby, and not the old lady that she is.<br />
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Today, I thought I better enjoy my last pleasant day before winter returns to ruin my fun, so I played with Dakota a little. It is supposed to snow tomorrow. Dakota is thrilled, and is looking forward to tomorrow like it's Christmas.<br />
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Are you sure there is nothing left in here for me? I think it is time to take the stockings down, moms!Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-48775421243523789682010-12-20T14:17:00.001-08:002010-12-20T14:17:40.266-08:00LimpyThe moms are calling me and Dakota Limpy and Gimpy these days. Dakota has some old lady stiffness when she gets up, and I seem to have an intermittent limp. <br />
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Never fear - we are using this to full advantage to get treats and pets.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-60477161823824373302010-11-09T05:44:00.000-08:002010-11-09T05:44:12.099-08:00Happy Birthday, Sissy!You look marvelous!<br />
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It is nice to be toasty warm, but not having heatstroke. We don't get many days this pretty here in Texas, so we have to enjoy it. Apparently some local teens decided to enjoy the nice weather in a different way.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Yes, our old mailbox is now on the big curb in the sky, along with several of its neighbors. Mom went out yesterday and found a beautiful replacement, and the other mom installed it this afternoon. All is well once again at my personal dogpark.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom was sad to lose the first mailbox. She says someone needs a whoopin'.</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-45009598152469834522010-10-31T19:11:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:11:57.214-07:00My Least Favorite Holiday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Unhappy Halloween, friends!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The moms thought it would be fun to have a "fashion show" today. You may not know my moms, but they are not fashion plates. They should not impose it on me, either.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for torturing Dakota. Check her out in this turtle outfit - HA HA HA!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and she is really stylin' in the banana split costume! She was so funny - she couldn't see at all in it, so she just walked around blindly, running into stuff.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, even I have to admit she is cute as a bug in the bee costume. She was even happy in it. She just walked around like nothing was happening, wagging her stinger!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mom says I make a cute turtle, but what I really make is an angry turtle. I will be getting my revenge on them. Tonight, I will aim my tooter right at their faces.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, they have to take the picture of both of us together. Do I look angry? It's because I am. The laughter from the moms did not help.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, the torture came to an end when Dakota staged a sit-in. She went to the ground and refused to get up. The evil moms put a costume on her anyway, but she held her ground and looked pitiful until they relented.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I have trees to sniff, squirrels to chase, and sun to soak in! I am telling you, I can't believe those squirrels think they can use my personal dog park. I will show them some day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Next door there are two dogs with an adjoining personal dog park. They like to bark at us, but Dakota and I could totally whoop them. Lucky for them there is a fence there to protect them. Dakota is so hilarious. She puffs herself up like a big hairy puffer fish and jumps toward the fence. The moms make up go inside when we bark at them, though. I think they should have to go in, too.<br />
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We are still working on unpacking, but things are shaping up nicely. We have had tons of visitors, and I have barked at all of them and licked a few also. I'll work on getting you up to speed on all the happenings, but for today, signing off!Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-62162097678347582332010-08-20T18:49:00.000-07:002010-08-20T18:49:25.181-07:00My Personal Dog Park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom keeps telling me that soon I can poop anywhere I want, and no more leash. I was so excited about my new free-wheeling status, but today the moms are very happy because they signed a contract on a house. I'm not really sure what that means, but they tell me this is going to be my own personal dog park. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It seems there is a strange dog hiney in my personal dog park, but mom says he's just keeping an eye on it for me. I wonder if Dakota will get to go there with us...Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415862516420093392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21110431.post-87619919593151072512010-08-17T15:39:00.000-07:002010-08-17T15:44:20.750-07:00Somewhat SmartWell, after only six months of intensive training, my sister has learned the art of Rollie Over. It has been getting us lots of treats the last few days, as the moms are fascinated with seeing if she really knows the trick, or if it is just a fluke. And of course she must have treats to perform. <br />
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She is not always successful - sometimes she gets excited thinking about the treats coming her way, and she goes into brain lock. She then must jump up for kisses. She is totally unable to do the trick if the moms are holding a treat. If a treat is in sight, she must have it ("please, mommy, please mommy, mommy pleeeeease").<br />
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She always seems to bark her protest at being asked to follow commands, and then to celebrate her trick with very nice grunting. I am so impressed. <br />
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