Boxer Dog stories about Buffy
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Bravery
I loved my new home and I was going to protect it. We
had our doggie door in the utility room that led to our deck. One of
the older human kids had locked themselves out of the house. They didn't
tell Dad and Mom they planned to come home that night, so Dad locked
our house up for the night.
After we were in bed for quite a while, (everyone was
asleep) I heard someone breaking in! I tried to wake Dad and Mom up
with my normal bark but it didn't work, so I barked so loud it finally
woke Mom and Dad up. I told them "someone is breaking in"!
Dad understood what I meant, so we went down from the bedroom into the
kitchen area, where Dad heard someone trying to get in through my doggie
door. I got real low and in position to attack, I was scared, but we
would fight, Dad and I had decided.
As a head came though the doggie door dad yelled "Stop!!"
and I growled. The human kid said "it's me!", boy were Dad
and I relieved! Glad it wasn't a burglar we had to fight. Dad said "
Buffy was cautious and acted like she might know who it was, but she
was not sure". I was the one who woke everyone up, including the
pups who stayed in the bedroom with Mom and were no help. (Tigger had
passed by this time and we had Obie and Chelsea)
My
Life
Dad used to act so pleased when
he came home from work as I would greet him with the biggest "butt
wiggle" ever. Boxers are known for the "butt wiggle",
but I was the champion "Wiggler". I could really shake my
booty! I would also get him a gift when he would come home, like one
of my best bones or toys. I loved my home and family and always showed
gratitude. Mom said I was so smart and amazing, that sure pleased me.
I knew when they talked about or to me.
One time though, I got mad at Mom
(don't remember why now) and went outside in the yard. It was around
dusk, and I made a bed in the dirt, next to the house. When Mom came
out to apologize, I'd just turn my head from side to side and not look
at her. Boy was I really mad. Dark came and Mom returned once more to
beg me to come in the house .....and I would not. Mom came three or
four times. When she didn't come back after about an hour, I finally
went back in the house, but I didn't speak or look at her until the
next day. I never did that again, guess I was acting like a spoiled
brat, but I got my point across!
Tigger and I played and loved on
one another all the time. I would try to get Tigger's bone and he would
growl and carry on like he was mad, but he really wasn't, he just gave
me whatever he had. I wouldn't look at him when I tried to get the bone,
but I would turn my head and reach in with my paw and pull the bone
or toy away from him, the whole time he was snarling and growling. Without
fail, he would let me have the bone or toy. He was so sweet, he never
once attacked or bit me, we would even kiss right after. He was truly
a gentleman.
One time I fell in the in-ground
swimming pool. It was winter and Dad had it covered, but I was walking
on the cover when it tore and I fell in the cold water. Mom and dad
were at work, and they couldn't understand how I made it out because
the hole in the cover was not near an edge. I never told, but I was
pretty beat up. Dad fenced the pool after that, so I could not get on
the cover.
I loved to wade in the water on
the steps when the pool was open, but never did go in. None of the boxers
Mom and Dad have raised liked to swim. I also like to chase the water
out of the end of the water hose when Dad would water the yard. We would
run through the water, bite at the water and generally have a good time.
Life was really great until one
morning in 1994, when Tigger started to seizure. I was scared and watched
wide-eyed. Mom call our Doctor out to the house and Dad also came home.
The Doctor said he would put him to sleep for us, so when Dad got home
he gave the injection that took the love of my life. Dad and Mom said
Tigger trusted them to do what was best for him and they had to do this.
We all cried and were so very sad. We had lost a treasured family member.
New
Puppies
I was totally lost and sad without
Tigger. I just couldn't shake that depression and lonely feeling, I
didn't even want to play with Dad. So Mom and Dad decided I needed some
company.
Obie was the little boy that graced
our family first and I accepted and loved him from the first time I
saw him. He was only six weeks old and sooooo cute! I began to play
again, and was careful not to hurt him and actually tolerated a lot
from him. He would bite me on my legs or my stub tail, yet he was so
cute, all I could do was love him.
Life was getting better, then ZAP,
Mom brought another girl home. I didn't like that! I really tried to
hurt her at first, so Mom had to use baby gates to separate us and teach
us not to hurt one another and we did work it our for the time being.
I took the kids out the doggie and
I'd stand there and watch them very carefully. If they didn't do "their
business" then I would not let them come back in the house. This
is how "I" Buffy housebroke those kids. Mom helped a little,
but not much.
Chelsea, the girl, began to watch
me and I was her role model. Everything I did, Chelsea would do also.
I still didn't exactly like her though.
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