Cubby Goes Digital

Saying Goodbye

2011-07-12T15:15:00.000-07:00

Cubby's mom here:

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.

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. http://www.savetheboxers.com/donate.php

He worked hard all these years, doing home visits, teaching people about boxers, and loving his mothers.

Rest in peace, little old man. We'll never forget you.

Acceptable Tribute

2011-06-18T21:18:00.000-07:00

I 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.

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.

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!

These salmon strips were super-delicious, and delightfully smelly. They get two thumbs up in my book. Even better than Cheetos!

I was thrilled when the moms started making eggs after they ate supper. Eggs for me!

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.).

I got to lick the spatula after the eggs were ready! Num num num num...

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!

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!

Cookies!

2011-06-18T10:53:00.000-07:00

Oh, things are looking up! We got cookies with sprinkles! Yummy!

My Big Day

2011-06-18T09:12:00.000-07:00

Today is my 12th birthday! So far, my big birthday has included a Cheeto. Mom, I loved the Cheeto, but you can do more.

I know they bought some lovely fishy treats yesterday - I can smell them in the closet. Time to break out the fishiness. Here fishyfishyfishy...

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.

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.

Even Dakota Agrees

2011-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:00

This 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...

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.

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.

The Moms Have Lost It...

2011-06-11T16:57:00.000-07:00

...if they think I am going to let this thing stay here.

Storm Storm Go Away

2011-05-24T21:05:00.000-07:00

Silly Dakota is ready for these spring storms to pass. Here she is with her BearBear taking the high ground...

Party at My Place!

2011-04-24T18:08:00.000-07:00

I knew something funny was going on this morning when the moms got up early and started rearranging furniture. I was sure surprised when people started coming in the house. First Grammy came. Then my cousin Ashley and her beau, Gary. Then lots of people came over! And little tiny dogs!

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.

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!

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!

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...

...next time, Evil Squirrel...next time...

My Walkabout

2011-04-18T19:18:00.000-07:00

I 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).

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!

We stayed well away from that flapping demon until yesterday...

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.

The wind picked up and flapped the fence up, and then something amazing happened! The fence didn't go back down! It lodged on a broken picket. I went to investigate, looked over at mom - still ignoring me - and stepped through the magical portal!

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!

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.

Now I just look past the bars on my window, dreaming of the wild I knew for only a brief moment...

I hope mom enjoyed the movie of her life flashing before her eyes during my walkabout!

The Afterbath

2011-03-12T14:37:00.000-08:00

We got a bath today in the big tub. Nobody was pleased with that. I got all the hot water, so Dakota got a cool bath - haha.

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.

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.

Buy the Book!

2011-02-19T19:35:00.000-08:00

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.

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.

Here are the details: Order the paperback book directly from Bella’s website. 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 bella@bellatheboxer.com.

What Happened to My Dog Park?

2011-02-04T12:53:00.000-08:00

Last week, I was innocently sunning, barking at birds, and stalking squirrels. All was well in my dog park.

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?

Does anyone know how to banish this evil from my personal dog park? Dakota is trying to banish it by eating the white stuff, but she's not making much progress...

Problem

2011-02-01T17:01:00.000-08:00

Yes, I have a problem. Sunday it was a beautiful sunny 72 degrees. Right this minute, it is 17 degrees. Yuck.

Dinner Time!

2011-01-13T17:53:00.003-08:00

Can you hear me mom? Hurry up!

First snow in the new house

2011-01-09T10:48:00.000-08:00

OK, now we have it.

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.

Personal Dogpark Antics

2011-01-08T21:03:00.000-08:00

Dakota really enjoys my dogpark - I am nice enough to allow her to play here, and she takes advantage.

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.

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.

Happy New Year

2011-01-01T11:53:00.000-08:00

Are you sure there is nothing left in here for me? I think it is time to take the stockings down, moms!

Limpy

2010-12-20T14:17:00.001-08:00

The 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.

Never fear - we are using this to full advantage to get treats and pets.

Happy Birthday, Sissy!

2010-11-09T05:44:00.000-08:00

You look marvelous!

It's a Sunshine Day!

2010-11-01T16:47:00.000-07:00

It was such a pretty day today, Dakota and I decided to sunbathe in the corner.

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.

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.

Mom was sad to lose the first mailbox. She says someone needs a whoopin'.

My Least Favorite Holiday

2010-10-31T19:11:00.000-07:00

Unhappy Halloween, friends!

I'm not sure what this Halloween thing is supposed to be, but it seems to me that it is a TORTURE YOUR DOG DAY!!!

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.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for torturing Dakota. Check her out in this turtle outfit - HA HA HA!

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Personal Dogpark Finally Open

2010-10-29T05:58:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm back. It's been a long time, but a lot has happened. I finally got what was coming to me - my own personal dog park!

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.

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.

There is another dog behind us, an old grey-faced golden retriever. She is a nice girl and doesn't bark at us. We could whoop her, too, though, if we wanted to.

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!

My Personal Dog Park

2010-08-20T18:49:00.000-07:00

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.

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...

Somewhat Smart

2010-08-17T15:39:00.000-07:00

Well, 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.

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").

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.

Before and After

2010-07-29T18:25:00.000-07:00

Hey, Rhonda!

2010-07-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

Since you are awesome, I got you something! Check it out!

Yep, I heard that you love this gum, so I sent the moms out to find some. I told them not to come back until they had the goods.

Not just one pack, but a bunch of packs! Enough to build a tower! And my moms have the hook-up to get you as many as you need!

It's looking pretty good but I can go higher, because there is so much gum here!

Uh oh...Dakota the lummox is getting interested in what I am doing!

Darn that Dakota! She knocked down my tower, and is HAPPY about it!

Oh well, I still have your Mint Mojito gum, Rhonda. All I charge is kisses, right on the mouth! One for each pack!

Thank You, Auntie Kathy!

2010-07-10T18:05:00.000-07:00

Today mom went to the Legacy Boxer Rescue adoption fair. She left me at home - harumph - but the other mom stayed home too, so I guess I can forgive her. I'm not sure my LBR friends forgive her though. They miss seeing my handsome mug.

However, when she finally came home, she had presents for me! Of course, mom did not buy me any presents, but Auntie Kathy did! Look at this coolness!

Of course the hog, Dakota, had to grab one of them first. I call her a hog because she gained five pounds (I lost a few). I'm sure Auntie Kathy would have wanted me to have my pick, but what can you do when you have a piggish baby sister?

I had to carefully look over my toy to see if it was worthy, or if I would have to steal Dakota's little blue doggy. You can't be too careful, kids. Even with treats, I give a good sniff before I take anything. Someone might be trying to poison me, you know.

Before I decided my toy was awesome, Dakota was already in her chewing trance - chewchewchew chewchewchew chewchewchew...ANNOYING!

It took less than an hour for her little blue dog to become a collection of little blue dog parts. Gruesome, eh? Dakota loves to show off her jaw power!

My toy is still in perfect condition, because I am a good and proper boy who does not wreck my things. I will have to watch out for the big black tornado, though. I think she has an eye on my sphere.

Thank you so much for the excellent toys, Auntie Kathy!!! And don't worry - I will keep mine safe from Dakota!

My REAL Birthday

2010-06-28T14:41:00.000-07:00

Mom keeps bugging me to disclose my real birthday celebration. It was the day after my birthday, but afterwards, I forgave my moms for their slacking on my birthday. Check it out!

This is a sign of good things to come!!!

I don't see why Dakota gets eggs on MY birthday!

Eggs taste better on the floor than on the plate!

Oooooh! Look at my piggy!

You can look, but don't come near my piggy!!

Dreaming about next year!

Meet Mulligan

2010-06-23T21:21:00.000-07:00

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What a Fun Birthday!

2010-06-18T16:20:00.000-07:00

Yes, today is a very special day. Five years ago today, my moms came to the PetCo and picked me up. It was so exciting to have a home and family of my very own. So of course, you would expect today would be a day of party and pamper for yours truly.

If that is what you expected, like me, you would be wrong. It was, instead, a day all about the moms and Dakota!

I was so excited that mom was not working today! We slept in a little, and then mom made eggs! Yum! I love eggs! What a great birthday breakfast, except I got NO eggs. Harumph!

Then we got ready to go, and packed into the car. Off to Dude's house - I guess that's where the party will be! Nope. When we got there mom dumped me in the front door, and they drove off with Dakota! They took her over to Aunt Laura's house to swim all morning. What a special day for everyone but me!

Then we took another long drive home (and I only had a wet Dakota butt on which to rest my head). Not cool. It was funny when mom slammed on the brakes and Dakota fell onto the floor board, but then they just were ever nicer to her.

Now we are at home, and no treats, no special supper - only my regular kibble. I am going on strike!

Happy Birthday to me!

Heartworms are Bad and So is Bloat

2010-06-10T16:15:00.000-07:00

Mom now hates heartworms even more than she did yesterday. Heartworms are actual worms that live inside dogs' hearts - GROSS! Anyway, Tobi recently had her second heartworm treatment, and last night she started having trouble. She was coughing up blood!

Tobi's cool foster mom called my mom to ask for help, and mom headed off at 2:30 in the morning to meet her at the ER vet. Tobi got some treatment, and mom finally got home about 4am. I was so glad to see her! I spun and play bowed and kissed her face! She finally had to cover her head with the sheet to block my love!

Due to the sleep deprivation, mom was grumpy all day today. However, she did finally reveal to me that she got something cool while she was at the ER. She got a copy of my x-ray from last summer when I bloated. I ended up at the same ER and had emergency surgery. Look at this!

How cool is that? I had a totally giant tummy! I can tell you, I have never felt so bad as I did that day!

Go Cubbies

2010-05-25T06:15:00.000-07:00

It was a fun weekend here. My babysitter, Jennifer came Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to visit with me. She took us for walks, slept on our dog beds, etc. Big fun for us. Now, I would prefer to have my moms with me, but Jennifer is second best.

Meanwhile, the moms went to THREE baseball games, can you believe it? The Cubs came to town to play the Rangers. You would think they would let a dog named Cubby go to the Cubs game, but mom said no dogs allowed. I am telling you, the discrimination in terrible.

I would personally boycott any place that did not allow my family in the door, but that's just me.

They had great seats the first night, and pretty good seats the other two games. Mom was amazed because she has never been to a Ranger game when the stands were so full. Just look at the stands - full to the top, people in almost every seat! And SO many Cubs fans!

The Cubs took the series, and the moms are super excited. Mom's new favorite Cubs player is Marlon Byrd. She doesn't know why - he seemed funny during warm-ups, and he had lots of hustle. Mom likes hustle in a baseball player. He also signed a baseball for the man sitting in front of them. Mom wanted a ball, too, but she doesn't like asking for autographs.

The moms promise that next weekend (a three-day weekend - yay), will be all about staying home with me and Dakota. Woo-hoo!

The Moms are in Trouble

2010-05-16T10:20:00.000-07:00

Last night was the Sixth Annual Bow Wow Luau to benefit Legacy Boxer Rescue. It's basically a big party for people and dogs! Fun!

I was shocked to find out that not only was I not going to be allowed to attend the party, but, even worse, Dakota was going! WHAT!?!?

She was thrilled when she found out, as you can see...

She was not quite so thrilled to find out that there was a costume contest.

This is Prada in her very girly outfit!

Noel was smashing in her bikini!

My favorite was Casey, the fisherman.

Alas, the room seemed to prefer the uber-feminine, and Noel won the contest! Sorry, Casey. Some days, we men don't stand a chance.

Most of the Luau, Dakota spent manning the door with mom, eating carrots from the buffet. She was very good at keeping out the riff-raff (like cats), and making sure that everyone got their raffle tickets. I'm sure it was a coincidence that Dakota gave out the raffle tickets and then she won the raffle.

I'm surprised the moms even bothered to come pick me up at Dude's house after the luau. Bad moms. They didn't even bring me a treat off the buffet line!

Home with Cubby

2010-05-10T17:38:00.000-07:00

Angry

2010-05-02T19:52:00.000-07:00

Mom says if I don't stop dreaming at night, I will be banned from the bed. How rude!

Visit to Grammy's House

2010-04-21T06:54:00.000-07:00

We are so happy we got to visit Dude and Trina and Grammy on such a nice spring day. Before we could go out and play in her beautiful yard, we had to help Grammy with her quilting. She makes beautiful quilts, and we had to be good and not bother her. You might see Trina on the arm of the couch, but do you see Dude's hiney behind her?

After about five minutes of helping, Trina thought that was enough quilting and said it was time to go out. She went and pulled on Grammy's hand to let her know.

Dakota did some exploring over by the water wheel...

...before she found Trina's pig and had to have an extended game of fetch the pig. She is a retriever after all.

I ventured out in the yard a little, but mostly I hung around on the porch. I can't be fooling around in case mom decides to go inside. I have to be ready to go in, too.

Grammy bought lots of roses at the Legacy Boxer Rescue Roses for Rescue sale, and her yard looked and smelled rosey! These two bushes look really nice! Ignore the construction between them. Grammy is putting in a pond. I can't wait, because I know exactly what will happen the next time we go over there! Can you guess? It involves a big black dog and another trait of retrievers!

I suspect the moms will be choosing to leave Dakota home once the "pond fiasco" materializes! You know it will happen - BELLY FLOP!

I hope all of you are having such nice sunny, but cool, weather like we are having here. I love spring!

The Return of Voodoo Cubby

2010-04-16T06:34:00.000-07:00

A gratuitous spring picture of me, for your viewing pleasure...

Now, I have to tell you, I have new hope that I may soon get a visit from the cable guy. Some of you may recall my past Charter expoits: Voodoo Cubby and Voodoo Cubby Ruins the Mentalist.

I think it is inevitable that the cable will be disconnected. My voodoo powers have come back into play - I can feel the power flowing through me.

Now, every time the moms get communication from Charter, they get a different story. Here's the timeline...

February - Mom went in person to pay the cable bill. She was told that we owe nothing. Weird.
March - Mom got a letter from Charter saying they owe two months of cable. OK, no prob.
March - Mom pays the double bill, and keeps the receipt close by. Duh.
April - Mom receives a disconnect notice. Uh oh. Storms-a-brewin'
April - Mom calls Charter and is told she owes nothing, and to ignore the disconnect notice. LOL
April - Mom laughs maniacally and calls back immediately. She is told she owes the double amount, but they find (at mom's suggestion) that - lo and behold - she magically has two accounts. One account balance is $46. The other is -$46. My voodoo power is obvious.
April - The customer service people tell her they will take care of it - no problem. Yeah, right.
April - Mom emails important Charter people, who are amazed at the amount of trouble the moms have had. They underestimate my voodoo power.
This morning - Mom receives two email statements eight minutes apart. One says we owe $84 IMMEDIATELY. The other says we have a $46 credit. I can't wait to hear the next phone call!

How Embarrassing!

2010-04-06T20:43:00.000-07:00

The game started out in such a promising way. Then the Braves whooped the Cubs totally! 16-5! So, Dakota's prize was supposed to be to get her picture taken in front of mom's beautiful new car.

However, in my anger last night, I refused to get out of the picture. Cubs - you are on notice! Do better!

Opening Day!

2010-04-05T13:31:00.000-07:00

Cubs vs Braves! Cubs are already winning, and I made a bet with Dakota.

The winner gets to take a picture with mom's new car for tomorrow's post!

Go Cubbies!

Visiting

2010-03-25T20:40:00.000-07:00

We got to visit my cousin Dude last weekend. Dakota acted like a freak, as usual. She might get to stay home next time. She jumped on top of Grammy's table again. She also jumped on the recliner, put the foot rest up, and then leaned it way back and jumped off the back of the chair. Total Freak.

We also got some super yummy Activia today! Thanks Dakota, for your bad tummy!

I Want a Cookie!

2010-03-15T13:39:00.001-07:00

It's a Sunny Day!

2010-03-13T12:07:00.000-08:00

Oh, happy day! It's warm and sunny, no more snow, no more rain! And mom let me lounge in the sun!

It didn't even spoil it for me when she started taking annoying pictures. I ignored her for a while, but ultimately, I had to give her "the look" to get her to stop.

Dakota enjoyed it, too, except she is too fluffy to sit in the sun for very long. She had to mostly be in the shade. She also doesn't appreciate getting Furminated, which mom feels compelled to do when we are outside. Dakota has to be bald soon with all that shedding. Little kids in the neighborhood were even commenting on all the hair floating around like bubbles.

The most fun part, though, is chasing the birds! Mom put a birdseed bell out there (which tastes delicious, by the way), and the birdies come for chow. I have to get alert if I want to catch one!

Mom is in Love

2010-03-05T16:53:00.001-08:00

What does she have, that I haven't got?

Microchipping!

2010-03-04T15:20:00.001-08:00

Come out to support Legacy Boxer Rescue, and protect your pet! I got microchipped, and now I will always be able to find my way home.

Vote for Moolie

2010-03-01T21:34:00.000-08:00

Moolie wants to win and donate all her winnings to Legacy Boxer Rescue! Please help her!

Vote for Moolie!

Moolie is a 6 year old pure white female Boxer. We adopted her 1 1/2 years ago from the Legacy Boxer Rescue (http://www.savetheboxers.com/) which serves the DFW area of Texas. She defintely is a character and has a one of a kind personality. If she wins, we will be donating the winnings to the Legacy Boxer Rescue so they can contine to save Boxers in need. Thank you in advance for your vote.

Yummy Rice, but...

2010-02-19T20:48:00.000-08:00

Oh, the humanity! I have been very nice and sweet and concerned about the girl, but I've almost had enough. She got to go into the vet office by herself twice this week, where everyone fawns over her. Here she is on the cool scale/table. (Notice she's gained a couple of pounds)

You may be thinking - where was that handsome and wonderful Cubby while mom and Dakota are having fun with the vet staff?

Yep, that's right. Sitting in the car all alone. I'm not sure why - I can sit in the exam room just as easily as in the car. But I'm cool. I was willing to let that go and be the gracious big brother. However, what happened tonight was the last straw.

Look at this horrible picture.

Mom cooked rice - I was so excited! Rice for dinner - yay! But look at our dinner bowls! Not even one grain of rice in my bowl! What good is it to have a sick sister if I don't get any rice!

Mom says to tell you that Dakota ate greedily, which they were very glad to see (I ate half-heartedly, in case anyone gives a rip). Her tummy seems to be improving. She didn't even eat any grass on our walk tonight.

I'm still shooting you boxer healing vibes, big girl, even while I am shooting daggers at the moms...

Still Not Eating

2010-02-19T07:18:00.000-08:00

Well, we're still having trouble with Dakota. She wouldn't eat yesterday (except for grass), so the moms called the vet again. The vet thinks that the medicine Dakota has been taking for years is now making her tummy sick. So, instead of adding a new medicine to help with the new pain, they are taking away her old medicine to let her tummy heal.

The moms are super worried about this - taking away pain medicine when she's in pain doesn't seem good. Then, after her tummy has a chance to rest and recover, we are supposed to try a new pain medicine. We have to wait at least a week.

This morning when we came downstairs, Dakota was drooling and asking to go outside. Drooling means bad tummy, and sure enough, what she wanted was not to potty, but to graze and graze. Too bad the grass is a little pitiful since it's winter. After we came back in, Dakota would only eat canned food. She refused to eat regular dog food at all.

I'm shooting boxer vibes at you, Dakota! You better get better soon!

Dakota Update

2010-02-18T07:54:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure what's going on with the old girl, but even I am worrying now. Dakota started limping last week on a front foot. She went to the vet on Monday, but Dr. E said she had to come back for x-rays on Tuesday. She was gone all morning Tuesday, and when she came home, mom had more medicine for her. That girlie is a regular drug fiend! Mom says she has spondylosis in her neck. So we are starting with adding a second pain medicine. She was already taking pain medicine and muscle relaxers for her back trouble, so it is troublesome that those meds aren't keeping her from limping.

The most worrisome thing to mom is that she's not eating normally. Usually, she's an eating machine! But watch this!

Hopefully, when the moms figure out a medicine schedule that works, her tummy will settle down. They are hoping it's her tummy and not that eating is hurting her. She even turned down peanut butter yesterday!

The most worrisome thing for me is that I can't get her to play! I keep trying to tempt her with toys, but so far, it's a no-go. Come on, Sissy, perk it up!

Help Again!

2010-02-13T12:54:00.000-08:00

A little birdy told me that Legacy Boxer Rescue's "Pack Leader", Sharon Sleighter, has been selected as a Top 10 Finalist in Care2.com's "Hero Next Door" contest. Here is Sharon with two very cute puppies that LBR rescued.

My friend Sharon (who also saved ME!) wants everyone to know that if she wins, Legacy gets $2500, and she will donate her $2500 to Legacy also.

That's $5,000.00 for Legacy Boxer Rescue! That will go to boxers like Noel, who needs some groceries!

Voting runs through February 26th, 2010.

VOTE FOR SHARON HERE!

Here are some ways you can help get the word out to VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!

Forward this newsletter to your contact list and ask everyone to vote for Sharon Sleighter/LBR, and ask they they do likewise.
Post to Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, Buzz and personal blogs. Repeat postings throughout the contest duration. Ask your friends to do likewise.
Send periodic reminders during the contest duration, through February 26th.

Snow Day in Denton!!!

2010-02-11T13:45:00.001-08:00

Winter Fun

2010-02-11T05:01:00.000-08:00

Oh the snow. It means my feet are cold, and I'm ready to go in the house. No time for pictures, mom.

Dakota says it means - PARTAY! She loves the snow, catching snowballs, plowing her nose into the snow, and staying outside as long as mom lets her.

Even though she's not feeling well, she perked up when she saw the snow. The vet said she has bacteria in her tummy, so now she's taking medicine for that. Hopefully she'll feel better soon and quit throwing up in the house.

Dakota, the Incredible Puking Wonder

2010-02-09T20:47:00.000-08:00

Don't worry, no puking pictures. You're lucky you can't smell what is coming out of my sister, because all I can say is EW. We're not sure what her problem is, but hopefully the vet can tell us tomorrow. I'll let you know.

So...instead of disgusting Dakota pictures, I will show you something amazing! Legacy Boxer Rescue has puppies! Two beautiful pregnant brindle girls ended up in the shelter somehow. Legacy took them in and now we have two sets of five babies!

Meet Isis and her little babies. She barely made it out of the shelter before she had her babies.

Meet Milky Way and her tiny ones. They were just born yesterday. She was a surprise - her foster mom didn't know she was pregnant when she took her in, but she is very gamely going to help raise the brood.

Thanks to Legacy for saving these mommas and babies, and thanks to Lorie and Sandi, the foster grandmas!

If I Kill Dakota...

2010-01-24T18:27:00.000-08:00

...no jury will convict me.

(Mom says GO VIKINGS!)

The Legacy Chronicles

2010-01-17T10:36:00.000-08:00

My favorite boxer rescue group, Legacy Boxer Rescue, has started a blog! I'm going to post sometimes, along with some other Legacy boxers. You can read about the fosters and alumni of this wonderful group!

Go give it a read - Maggie has kicked things off for us by introducing herself. Isn't she a pretty girl?

Go give a shout out to Maggie on The Legacy Chronicles!

Help!

2010-01-15T07:13:00.000-08:00

My friend Sharon (who also saved ME!) wants everyone to know that if she wins, Legacy gets $2500, and she will donate her $2500 to Legacy also.

That's $5,000.00 for Legacy Boxer Rescue! That will go to boxers like Noel, who needs some groceries!

Voting begins today and runs through February 26th, 2010.

VOTE FOR SHARON HERE!

Here are some ways you can help get the word out to VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!

Forward this newsletter to your contact list and ask everyone to vote for Sharon Sleighter/LBR, and ask they they do likewise.
Post to Facebook, Twitter and MySpace and personal blogs. Repeat postings throughout the contest duration. Ask your friends to do likewise.
Send periodic reminders during the contest duration, January 15th through February 26th.

More Toys - Oh My!

2010-01-07T15:43:00.000-08:00

Santa must have a giant surplus of toys, because mom came home today with an even bigger stack of toys! And my snowman friend from yesterday got a new blue hat - see him there smiling in the front like yesterday never even happened!

Dakota was so happy her tail was flying like a helicopter blade, smacking everything in its path!

I went straight for the grinning snowman, while Dakota immediately grabbed the duck with the Santa hat - she's such a typical retriever.

You can hear her in the background incessantly squeaking the duck, while I play with the snowman and the very cute rocking horse. Yay for Christmas!

Christmas in January!

2010-01-06T18:58:00.001-08:00

Mommy came home with a care package from Santa! Oh my goodness! Apparently Petco is selling their Christmas toys for 75% off, so I hit the Jackpot! Look at this haul!

Notice the very cute snowman with the green hat on the bottom right of the above picture? He was my first victim!

I tried to help him take off his hat. The moms always take off the winter garb in the house, so I am just helping the guy.

I also helped him off with his scarf, of course.

I'm not sure what happened to the rest of those things. I'm sure he probably did it to himself. Maybe his self esteem was damaged when he went on clearance? He just couldn't take it anymore...

I'm sure he did all of that to himself. I am a gentleman, you know. Notice how innocent I look in that picture up there. A little sad at the demise of the snowman, but definitely innocent.

Dakota also denies knowledge of what might have happened to Rudolph's leg.

Puppy Pharmacy

2010-01-02T13:34:00.001-08:00

I thought for the new year, I might warn all you doggies about getting old. Just say no, if you ask me! This is how we start our day.

Mom takes our daily pill container down and pours all the day's pills in my food bowl. She says then I still get all the expensive pill crumbs when I eat. To trick us into eating the pills, she uses this nummy Nature's Recipe canned food. Sometimes I eat the food and spit the pill out, so I can get more nummy food, but I can't do it too often - I don't want the top of mom's head to pop off!

These are the pills we take - I'm telling you, it's a regular doggy drug den over here.

We don't take all the drugs at once, though - some of them go with dinner.

Today we must have been extra good, because look what we got after the moms had breakfast!

Yes, you are seeing correctly - scrambled eggs! Mom says the eggs are expiring again, so jackpot for us!

Now don't you all worry - the moms are not just giving us pills and eggs willy nilly. All of that is prescribed by a bonafide doctor. I guess when you get old like me or if you are a genetically deficient mutant 21 toed post-legged freak like Dakota, you need lots of medicine just to get through the day.

Happy New Year!

More Snow!

2009-12-29T13:02:00.000-08:00

Oh my, is the world turning upside down or what?!?!? More snow is coming down again!

Dakota, of course, has a big goofy grin - she thinks the snow is like manna from heaven! She loves to go outside in the blizzard!

We may just have to pack up and move to Florida!

White Christmas in Texas

2009-12-24T14:48:00.000-08:00

We don't see a lot of snow here (fortunately), so the moms felt the need in their White Christmas bliss, to take us outside in the middle of a blizzard.

Do I look jolly? Guess what! It's warm and dry in the house! What goof-balls! At least they put a manly coat on me this time.

After I insisted on going inside, Dakota wanted to go play in the snow. She had a great time eating snow, catching snowballs, and generally running around in her naturally wooly coat.

The snow doesn't even melt on her! When the came back, rosy cheeked and snow covered, I was again dragged outside, forced to potty, and then I had to take pictures in front of the outside dogs.

You can't tell from the picture, but I refused to step in the snow, and kept my dainty feet on the wet but currently snowless sidewalk.

Merry Christmas, and I hope it is warm and sunny where you are! (Dakota hopes it's snowy and frigid for your wintry pleasure).

White Christmas

2009-12-24T11:21:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's cold. And it's even snowing this morning (moms are chirping about White Christmas). Still, that's no excuse for this monstrosity...

Wearing a coat in the cold is acceptable, but a turquoise polka-dot hoodie with flair? All I can say is this...

NO NO NO!

Hey Moms!

2009-12-18T17:11:00.000-08:00

I hate to be picky, because I really like this very fashionable striped bed. It is really soft, too.

But maybe next time you could take into consideration that Dakota and I are not chihuahuas.

Think bigger, ok?

Do You Speak Boxer?

2009-12-17T16:18:00.000-08:00

If not, I will help...

Translation: Cubby wants his supper...NOW!!!

Happy Anniversary, Casey!

2009-12-13T17:20:00.000-08:00

Today is the day my buddy, Casey, was adopted - just one year ago! We love you, Casey!

You can tell that Casey is not only very handsome, but that he must have a mommy that loves him very much!

He's smart, too!

This is how Casey looked when he first came to Legacy Boxer Rescue. He was living outside in the Texas summer heat, with almost no hair! What a turn-around!

Just Call Me Limpy

2009-12-05T17:15:00.001-08:00

This is how we spent our Saturday...

I was doing better after I saw the doc, but as soon as we got home, I stopped putting my foot down again. The moms are not amused!

Christmas Photo 2009!

2009-12-04T20:48:00.000-08:00

We love you, moms! Hahahahahaha!

Winter Wonderland

2009-12-02T17:17:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-28T15:36:00.000-08:00

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!

2009-11-27T10:45:00.001-08:00

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

2009-11-16T09:49:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-12T09:18:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-11T13:03:00.001-08:00

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!

2009-11-09T17:04:00.000-08:00

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!!!

Pluto needs your help!

2009-11-07T17:39:00.001-08:00

At 12:58 pm Central time, Legacy Boxer Rescue sent out a plea to its volunteers:

Urgent!!!
Boxer in need just came into a local shelter with a broken foot.
They are trying to get us pictures.
He will be put to sleep at 5pm to end his suffering if we can't help.
Who can foster this boy?

At 3:30, with only an hour and a half to spare, two amazing volunteers got together to work out a home for him. Amazing Lorie will take him for a couple of weeks until Marvelous Melaney gets back from her vacation. Then Melaney will be his foster mom.

Super Kim and Terrific Trevor jumped in the car to spring this handsome boy from the shelter and take him to the emergency vet. Melaney named him Pluto!

Now he is safe at the vet and getting the care that he needs. The weekend stay at the vet to TRY to save the leg until he can see a surgeon on Monday will cost between $1900 and $2400.

We really don't even know if his leg is broken at this moment in time. They will be taking x-rays tonight some time. What they are most concerned with at this time is infection and dead tissue. If they don't get the blood flowing and the infection under control, then Pluto will face the possibility of amputation regardless of the bone damage he might also have.

Thank you to LBR for giving him the chance to live and save his leg. Now, we need your help to pay the bill, so please put up a little cash to help us save this handsome boy.

I'm going to go make my donation right now in honor of the incredible volunteers that came together so quickly to save a life. You are my heroes!

Donate Now

Vote for LBR

2009-11-06T12:19:00.000-08:00

Legacy Boxer Rescue saved me and over a thousand other boxers! Help them win some cash, so they can help a thousand more!

Click here to vote!

Hide and Seek

2009-10-10T16:15:00.000-07:00

Can you find me?

I'm hiding from the herd of Yorkies at Aunt Laura's house. Except for the Yorkies and the pool, her house is pretty cool. She has a bunny yard.

The blue house is their little hidey hole, but they have a cool little yard, too.

I bring you these sunny pictures from a few weeks ago, because here's how it looks at my house this week...

Wags and Waves

2009-09-26T14:33:00.000-07:00

There was a big fundraiser party at the water park today, and guess who got to stay home! Yes, believe it or not, yours truly was left alone at home while the moms took Dakota to have fun in the sun. I was very angry, until I saw the pictures.

Dakota had so much fun, and there seemed to be lots of water - really not my scene.

Also, there were lots of dogs around, and I am a little too old to have to whoop that many butts in one day.

To be honest, my babysitter, Jennifer, came and stayed with me while everyone was gone.

Now Dakota is totally worn out now, which is always a good thing for me. She is snoozing on the couch while she dries off.

I hope Legacy Boxer Rescue and all the other rescue groups involved made lots of money.

Now you can see something rarely seen in this world: Dakota running!

Just Call Me Tristan...

2009-09-19T13:41:00.000-07:00

The moms are thrilled that Dakota and I are healthy and happy again. We are even playing with each other again, which is something we haven't done for a while. We have been wrestling and having fun since Dakota's cone came off.

Here we are killing a cow (that used to be one of my special, private, no-Dakota toys). But hey - what is that on my hiney?

Yesterday, while we were walking, mom noticed a little hairless spot on my butt, about the size of a Tic-Tac. She touched it and a bunch more hair came out, until it was the size of a Lifesaver. What the heck? She ran me up to the vet, who said I have a staff infection (and increased the size of the spot to donut-hole sized)! I didn't even know I had a staff! Get me a treat, staff!

Mom says, "No, Cubby, a staph infection." Oh. Well that's not so good. Hopefully, the ointment the doctor gave me will clear it up. If not, we'll be looking at some more antibiotics!

So now, mom is threatening to call me Tristan (AKA Popeye). You guys might not know Tristan, but he is a little Shih Tzu that totally dominates my friend, Margaret. Margaret saved him from a shelter when he didn't look nearly this cute.

He had a popped out eye! Ouch! He also has a permanently bald hiney. LOL. Unlike me, though, he can do a Donald Trump comb-over on his bald spot. Mine is just out there.

Freedom!!!

2009-09-18T15:59:00.000-07:00

Finally, after two weeks of torture, Dakota was released from her cone of shame! She says this whole thing wasn't all bad. She got nummy food while she was coned. She also got to poke me with the cone all the time.

When the cone came off, she didn't make a big deal. She sniffed it as if to say, "No hard feelings," and proceeded to spend the next few hours licking and scratching all the parts she was unable to lick and scratch for two weeks.

Her cone left her with a crazy rooster hair-do, but she doesn't seem to mind all the laughing from the moms.

Besides the rooster comb and the half-shaved head, she seems a little lop-sided. Her bad ear seems to hang a little lower now. Maybe all the hair was holding it up...

After I finish this post, Dakota is getting her bath - no more stink! She doesn't know it yet, so I'll let her be happy for a few more minutes.

Dakota has one final message for you...

Mugging for the Photographer

2009-09-13T21:11:00.001-07:00

The Photo Shoot

2009-09-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

Today was my photo shoot for the 2010 Legacy Boxer Rescue Calendar! We were all ready to leave, but the babysitter must have forgotten to come (or maybe she was afraid of the very smelly head on Dakota)! Oh know, we can't leave the patient all alone! Well, the moms decided to load Dakota and take her along, too (I could have told them that was a bad idea).

We took a long drive out to see Kelly. She kept trying to trick me into putting my tongue inside my mouth and putting my ears up. Instead, I was panting with my ears back and trying to kiss her. Dakota was whining (she wanted her picture made, too) as usual. Dakota tried to kiss Kelly, too, but that was just too gross.

Finally, after a lot of squeaking and whistling and baby talk, Kelly just told me she wanted me to close my mouth, perk up my ears, and look over my shoulder at her, so I did. Duh. All she had to do was tell me. I am a professional after all.

On the way home, we were all pretty hot, so Dakota had to smoosh her cone in between the seats and steal all the air conditioning. That cone really is a good cold air collector.

At least while she was hogging all the AC, she could have let me sit in the back seat in peace, right? No! She had to put her hiney all in my space. The whole other half of the seat was empty, but she had to take my side. A fluffy fur pillow can be nice, but not when it's a million degrees.

Now that we are finally home, I'm taking the rest of the day off, to nap and lounge in the cool air of home. Have a great Saturday!

It's Alive!

2009-09-03T16:26:00.000-07:00

Well, Frankenstein is home, and what can I say? The girl is a wreck. Her ear and half of her head is shaved - not a good look - and she has to wear a cone for 14 days. She has a drain coming out of her cheek that drips blood. That makes for a big gruesome cone. She's been dripping blood all over the carpet until mom grew a brain and figured out a way to stop the blood from dripping off the end of the cone. I hope CSI doesn't show up her with their funny lights, because this place would glow like Christmas!

Anyway, the doc said she did well, and she should be feeling better soon. She is already wanting to eat, so that's pretty normal for her.

I'm going to show you a picture, but beware - it's pretty grody.

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Think Good Thoughts

2009-09-02T16:48:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Dakota's big day. She is going in first thing in the morning for surgery to remove her ear canal. The moms are very worried - they love that big girl. Here's a picture of dork-wad with a big goofy smile. Little does she know what they have planned...

They've been super nice to her all day (note to self - if the moms are too nice, something's up) . She's gotten treats and plays and pets, even more than me! Hello! She even got a super cool duck - her very favorite toy! She hasn't stopped incessantly honking it since they broke it out of the toy treasure chest!

I must admit that I got some good treats, too. And a very soft blue mouse! I love super velvety soft toys.

So, think happy thoughts for Dakota tomorrow, and the moms, too. They probably need it more than Dakota does. Worry warts! They have butterflies in their tummies.

And get ready for some humiliating Dakota-in-a-Cone pictures tomorrow!

Back in the Saddle

2009-09-01T05:44:00.000-07:00

After two and a half weeks of leisure, the moms decided I was well enough to get back to work. I'm a few pounds lighter, but that just makes me more handsome!

Sunday I did my first post-surgical home visit for Legacy Boxer Rescue, and it was lots of fun. The people were very nice, and they must have had all green fingers, because their yard was great! Soft grass, bunny statues, a pond, and a terrific smelling grill and smoker! Whew!

The lady was very nice - she got on the floor with me and let me smooch her, and found some toys for me. The man found some nummy blueberry and bison treats, and gave me a BUNCH! Yay! They were delicious - he even let mom take some home for me (I had to share with Dakota). He loved the spit bubbles I made for him.

Before I sign off, I need to give big thanks to Moco and Grammie for making a terribly generous donation to Coconut! (I hope they don't mind that I stole their photo - don't you love that super-cool toy?)

Coconut says thanks, and she loves you guys! She continues to improve from her distemper - here is a message from her foster mom:

Coconut is doing fairly well. She is eating about 5 times a day. No problems keeping it down. She is still wobbly on her feet but motors around pretty good considering. She has been trying to play some, but tires quickly. Her head bobbles constantly but it's calmed from what it was in the beginning. I would say she is doing pretty good overall, but only time will tell. Fingers crossed that she won't have any lasting neurological effects from this. Thanks and please keep those prayers coming.

Keep getting better, Coconut!

Coconut Needs Your Help!

2009-08-29T11:00:00.000-07:00

Today, I'm taking the day off and giving things over to my buddy, Coconut. Legacy Boxer Rescue pulled her out of the shelter with a hurt leg. It turns out, it is a broken leg. We started to raise money for her surgery, and had the surgery scheduled, when she came down with distemper. After a week in the hospital - touch and go - she finally got to come home. She is a strong girl. Now after she recovers from her illness, she is going to have surgery on her broken leg. Surgery plus a week of hospitalization equals big bucks! Now coconut will tell you her story before her distemper...

Hello!

My name is Coconut and I really need your help. I guess I should tell you my story:

Somehow I ended up in a shelter. I'm not sure where my family went. I guess maybe they didn't want me anymore because I was broken - broken in more ways than one. You see, my leg is broken but not only that, my heart was broken too. I was sooo scared. There were so many dogs leaving with the shelter workers. I’m not sure what happened to them and I really didn't want to find out. Wherever they went, something inside me told me that it wasn't good. Other times, lots of people came and went, but they were always looking at the other dogs. They were smiling and so happy. I saw so many dogs leave with them, their tails wagging. No one ever looked at me. If they did stop, it was only for a minute. I heard one of them say "Awww, poor baby. No one is going to want that one because she's broken”. That made me really sad. So sad that I laid at the back of my kennel for several days. What was the use in staying up front? No one wanted a broken dog. I laid there alone with my leg swollen and hurting badly. But my leg didn't hurt nearly as much as my broken heart.

I made a wish. A wish that someone would come along and see that I was beautiful both inside and out. You see, I may have a broken leg and a broken heart but my spirit wasn't broken. Besides that - broken legs can be fixed. I kept thinking about my wish and vowed that I would never give up. I dreaded the day that the workers would come and take me beyond the "door" where the others went.

But that didn't happen!!! One day two ladies came to the shelter and guess what? They came to my kennel and stayed for awhile. They even got me out of my kennel. They gave me a lot of love and even took pictures of me. Believe me when I tell you that I gave them my best smile. I did have to go back in the kennel for a few more days but then, low and behold, one of the ladies came back just like she had promised. She said “Come on baby” and I took my walk right out of there, through the door where the other dogs with wagging tails went. Can you believe it?!?!?!? She took me even though I was broken! She drove me to the other lady and now I have my very own foster mom.

The nice ladies are with Legacy Boxer Rescue. They made a promise to me that I would get well, never be lonely, hungry, or scared ever again. They even said that once I get my leg fixed, I will get my very own family! Can you believe it?!?!? Me???

I have to tell you that I have never been happier. I would have never, in a million years thought that someone could really love a broken girl like me. Wishes really do come true.

Now this is where I need you. Legacy says that it will cost a lot of money to fix my leg. So I was hoping that you would find it in your heart to donate a few dollars so that a broken girls’ dream can come true. Even a little change will help. Thank you for reading my story.

Many hugs and kisses to all.

Love,

Coconut

Hot Foot!

2009-08-28T10:36:00.000-07:00

Any of you who have ever been to Texas in August know this, but it is flippin' hot here!!! We have to walk in the parking lot sometimes, and my feet were frying on the hot pavement like fried chicken, so the moms had a brilliant idea. They bought me some Muttlucks. I didn't know the evil named Muttlucks, so I was game - look - mommy is playing with me - how fun!

It only took a moment to discover the horror. What are these people doing to me? I do not like my feet messed with. Get these off of me! Look at my pitiful face - help me!

They put four of these torture devices on my feet (I won't mention the snorts of laughter I was also enduring), and then expected me to walk around - outside - where everyone can see!

Here is the result. If you listen carefully, you can hear the snickering. Make sure you check out my very athletic handstand at the end!

The moms would like me to point out that all of this happened before my surgery. They think that excuses their bad behavior. On the contrary, though, I think the upset from this incident probably triggered the bloat in the first place. Call the SPCA.

Poor Dakota

2009-08-27T09:29:00.000-07:00

My baby sister has to have surgery! In light of my recent experience with surgery, I can tell you it is not fun, and it hurts. So while Dakota is annoying, I don't want her to hurt.

Dakota is kind of a freak, you see. In many, many ways, but this time, I am talking about medically. She started out with 21 toes - very weird. She has always had ear infections. We now know that they are from food allergies. She finally stopped having ear infections when we started eating our Fish Food. Unfortunately, she's also a bottomless pit of hunger. So, one day when we were at Cousin Dude's house, she broke into the laundry room and ate all of his food. Now this was not a mere bowl of food, but an entire container feeder. So, shortly after that, she got another ear infection.

This time, the moms could not get rid of it. Doctor visits, antibiotics, ear drops, ear gels, ear wash - nothing helped. It has been months, and finally the vet has decided she needs surgery. They are going to remove her whole earcanal, and she will be deaf in that ear (I'm totally sneaking up on her from that side!). Here is the graphic picture - hope you're not eating lunch.

It's been terrible to live with her - she smells - I am always pointing that out to the moms. She flaps her head all the time. It's terrible.

The moms say we are going to put them in the poor house - I'm not sure what that is, but they don't seem very happy about it. They love us, though, and we give them free kisses, so they owe us!

I Love My Friends!

2009-08-23T20:15:00.000-07:00

Since my surgery, things have been going pretty well. I've been getting lots of attention, yummy canned food, plenty of rest, etc. Except for my belly hurting, it's been pretty good.

What I didn't know was that I had so many friends out there. Yesterday, I got a wonderful gift from some of my Legacy Boxer Rescue friends. It was so special, that it made my mom tear up and cry. My gift also came with this note:

"We love you Cubby!! Your adoring fans, Kristen B, Andrea, Amy M, Gail, Lori M, Rhonda, Julie, Kae, Kim H, Sharon & Kathy S"

My mom would like me to express their thanks to these ladies. Your care and thoughtfulness are overwhelming! I'll give you a sloppy kiss next time I see you.

Healing Up

2009-08-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

Things are going pretty well here. I'm getting this totally delicious canned food several times a day. Mom hand feeds me. I am the king of this joint!

The moms take me walking any time I want. No waiting until the end of the show they are watching.

I can't go up the stairs, so mom sleeps downstairs with me. If I want to sleep on the dog bed, she sleeps on the couch. If I want to sleep on the couch, she sleeps on the dog bed - lol.

I started doing the kidney bean for the moms last night - we have to throw the moms a bone sometimes. For those of you who don't have boxers (why you don't, I'm not sure), the kidney bean is this boxer thing where we curl ourselves up and dance around. It's a happy dance. Here's today's kidney bean.

Yesterday I went to back to the vet to get my port out (I'm not sure what a port is, but they had this thing stuck to my leg with tape around it). The whole vet staff was excited to see me and they all said how great I look. I'm not sure why they were so impressed - they've seen my handsome self many times.

Today, I did my first play bow since the surgery. I also kicked up some grass after my potty. I am feeling much better.

And I know all the ladies want to see my manly scar. I should get the staples out next week.

You can't keep this boxer spirit down! Thanks to Dr. Cox for doing my surgery, Dr. Wright for my post surgical care, and Dr. Epstein for my follow-up visit!! You guys are awesome!

The Moms are Strange

2009-08-16T16:03:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure what is wrong with them, but they won't let me eat enough, they keep squirting this weird pink stuff in my mouth, and they nearly had a party when I pooped today.

Hey, guess what! Maybe if you feed me more, I will poop more!

Home Again

2009-08-15T00:49:00.000-07:00

I spent the day yesterday at the vet office. It was not cool to hurt so bad, need to potty constantly, and be locked in a cage! The one good thing was that my friend Jennifer was there. She's my babysitter - here she is the other day when she came over.

She also works at my vet office. Anyway, I think I scared her half to death when she saw me. She didn't know I was there when she got there, and I came hobbling in from a potty break. She saw me and nearly freaked. I just went and put my head on her. Then we both felt better.

Finally, my moms came to get me. The ride home was not cool. In fact it was hot. It's Texas in August, after all. This may look like a smile on my face - I was being brave for mom - but really it was panting combined with pain and anxiety. Rough.

It was a short ride, and when I got home I wanted to walk to the potty area, but the moms thought that was too far. I humored them and pottied in front of the apartment. I went in, said hey to Dakota (who seemed a little freaked out), and crashed on the floor for a few hours.

Since then I have eaten a few bites, taken some medicine, had a little drink, and pottied several times. I only can stay up about five minutes before I crash again. Surgery is hard on a guy.

I am spending the night on the couch, since the doc says no stairs for a while. Mom is sleeping on my dog beds - LOL. Who's in charge here, do you think?!?!

Hard Night for Me

2009-08-14T12:26:00.001-07:00

Last night, I wasn't feeling well. At three in the morning, the moms noticed my stomach was distended. They jumped up, got dressed, and guess where we ended up!

Uh oh. The bad news from the doc - gastric torsion and bloat! If you don't know those big words, what it means is that the stomach swells up like a balloon and flips over, cutting off the escape route for gas, and cutting off circulation. Let me tell you what else it means. It hurts like CRAZY!

The doc deflated my balloon belly and treated me for shock. Then she went out to talk to my moms. She thought things looked good for surgery. They caught it very early - I was still walking when they brought me in. The moms decided to give me a chance to fight.

Three hours of surgery later, the news was good. Except for a little problem with my heart during the surgery, everything went smoothly. The doc said I had the abdomen of a five year old! My stomach was in good shape.

The moms came to take me to see my regular vet for the day (the ER is closed during the day). It was a rough car ride. I couldn't get up, I was dopey from the surgery, and I had to potty in the worst way!

We made it okay, though. No unfortunate accidents in the car. Mom drove like she had a car full of glass. I finally got to the vet office, and they took me in. They wouldn't let me get up, even though I still had to potty! Embarrassingly, even though I tried and tried to tell them, I finally had to potty right there lying on the exam table. They all said it was ok, though. It happens with all the fluid they had to give me. Still. Ew.

I've been there all day now, and I am ready to go home! The ladies keep taking me out when I cry to go potty. I am feeling better and walking. They finally stopped giving me fluids, and my moms can pick me up to come home soon! I am doing so well, I don't even have to spend another night at the ER!

My Hero!

2009-08-10T16:37:00.000-07:00

My hero is the super-smart person who put expiration dates on eggs! Yahoo!!!

That whole plate of fluffy delectable scrambled eggs is for me!

PS

Yes, I was forced to share with Dakota...

Crazy Eyes!

2009-08-06T16:16:00.000-07:00

While I would prefer a Big Mac, I do love the Star Trek Happy Meal toys. I will even make crazy eyes for them.

Mom, lets go get a Happy Meal right now!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

2009-07-27T16:45:00.000-07:00

The Dominator!

2009-07-19T18:51:00.000-07:00

See me - dominating my mother's foot. I am big! I am the DOMINATOR!!!!!

Thanks For the Birthday Wishes!

2009-06-21T16:26:00.000-07:00

Hi Gang! Here I am, then and now. What a difference 4 years makes! I think I look very distinguished with my gray hair, don't you? The Moms kind of dropped the ball on the whole birthday thing but that's okay, I am turning it into my birthday week! So far since my birthday, I have gotten some of that nummy Hawaiian bread, bison jerkey, homemade dog cookies (thanks Auntie KC!!) and a couple bites of people cookies. I heard Moms talking about a present tonight and Frosty Paws tomorrow! I can hardly wait!

Crossing Over

2009-05-20T18:45:00.000-07:00

Today was very trying for my family. When mom tried to wash her hands after lunch, nothing came out of the faucet. Harrumph, I said. What the heck, mom said (g-rated version, for the kids).

We decided to go out and potty and see what was going on out there. What we found was a big hole surrounded by men. Water was spewing out of the hole, and a raging river was running through the parking lot, right in my path!

I looked upstream for a way around, but all I saw was the scary gurgling source of the river, and four men admiring the handsome boxer.

I looked downstream, but the river ran as far as I could see.

Mom insisted that I cross, and I gave her the look. Hey, my paws are dry and they are staying that way. I was angry, and she knew it.

But mom can be very persistent, and she would not budge except in the direction that would make me cross the torrent. Gamely, I crossed, braving the rapids and resisting the tug of the current.

Success. Hours later, I got my revenge on mom, when the water came back on and she was forced to take an ice-cold shower. Vengeance is sweet.

Voodoo Cubby Ruins the Mentalist...

2009-05-12T20:45:00.000-07:00

...and more! Oh guys, tonight was so fun! I really got creative! Not only did I break the Charter Cable, but I also broke the Charter Internet! Good thing the moms weren't stupid enough to get the "Charter Bundle," or they couldn't have even used a phone to call and report the problem. That would have been SWEEEET!

Then, when Charter finally got it fixed after two hours (LOL), I started turning it off and on, so the moms got to watch snippets of all their favorite shows! Do you know who was the killer on The Mentalist? The moms don't - HAHAHA! Do you know who won on Chopped? No one in this place knows! Charter is sending out a technician tomorrow, even though they know it's a big outage - I really worked hard this time.

If you know Voodoo language, feel free to do the same spell on your TV's. Listen carefully!

I had the most fun evening, but I am totally exhausted from turning on and off the cable for 2 hours! Right now I am not turning it off and on, but it looks like TV from the 70's. All snowy! Gotta love that digital signal!

Mom says Charter totally sucks! So I don't even get in trouble for all the chaos I'm causing! Woohoo!

Vote for Piper!

2009-05-11T19:22:00.000-07:00

Some of you may remember Piper, who was rescued by Legacy Boxer Rescue. She saved her mom's life! I told you that story about a year ago.

Now, Piper is up for the Humane Society's Dogs of Valor Award! So could you do a hero boxer a favor, and go vote for Piper?

There are some amazing hero dog stories for you to read, too. If you want to read Piper's original story, click here.