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Would you believe I started out as a stray and my Mom Pam & Dad Tom tried to find my first family for a month?
But no matter how hard they tried my first family could not be found. So then, they thought about putting an ad in the paper to find me a great home.
But no, I snuggled up into their hearts and I am here to stay. After all, as far as I was concerned, I had already found that great home. After a month no one had claimed me. It was time to make it official.
So off to the doggie Doc I went for shots and yucky worm medicine. I didn't like it, but I spose it's best for me. The doggie doctor is called a Veterinarian, she was a very nice lady who said I was a sweet baby Boxer. Of course I am! I knew that already. My Vet told Mom Pam that I was only 4 months old!!! Way to young to be a stray on the streets and that she knew I had a great forever home now. *Wink, I knew this too. So after many needle sticks and other things I can't even bring myself to mention, I went home….Ahhhhh HOME, I just love the sound of that word.
Mom Pam said I was a very good puppy, YEP, this I knew to be true.
Well now, I am almost 3 yrs old now and most of the time I am very good but when I am bad I am rotten.
I don't mean to be naughty but sometimes I just get this overwhelming urge to repot plants and make my own designs on picture frames or tear the curtains down from the living room window. But my favorite thing to do is play in the trash can!
But that only happens when Mom Pam doesn't crate me and leaves me alone. I also like to garden. Half grown pumpkins, watermelon and squash are great fun to play kick ball with, or to lay under a shady tree and chew them up into little pieces. I won't swallow that stuff though…..YUCK roughage! Nope I take tiny bites, then spit it out. Give me a meaty bone any day.
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