Chelsea tells her white boxer dog stories

Chelsea Lynn
11/27/93 to 09/11/04

The Beginning

My boxer dog stories begin after Thanksgiving in Crossville Tennessee where I was born. I am a white boxer dog with only one brown patch around my eye. I was smaller in statue than some boxers and was not cared for very good in the beginning. I don't remember much detail, but I do remember I did not have a good first few weeks. I remember being hungry, scared and sore in places, especially on my back. I kept thinking, I hope things get better, because this is not much fun. On Mar 18, 1994 at 14 weeks old my life changed.......

I was put in a cage and placed in the back of a truck. I was told to be on my best behavior, but I was scared. We rode for a while and then we stopped and the man who caged me let the tailgate down and a lady started toward the truck.

Well, I did not know who she was, and from my early experience, people can be mean, so I was afraid of her. The lady seemed nice enough, she spoke softly and with a caring voice, so I relaxed a little, but still nervous. The next thing I know, she puts me in her truck and she takes me home.

I was so scared that I had the shakes all the way there. When I got to the place, there was no cage and she let me in their house, which was was something I was not used to.

Once there, I find there is another puppy there, his name is Obie and one very large female dog named Buffy Sue who scared the poo out of me!! I was glad to see Obie, as he seemed very happy here, but I could tell Buffy was less than pleased that I was here.

Now that I had relaxed some, the lady (Mom) and the man (Dad) looked me over. They said I was bow legged (caused by a lack of nutrition), skinny, and had cuts on my back. I was very shy and scared, but they petted me a lot and made me feel very comfortable there, they also fed me very good as well.

They commented on how soft I was and they noticed my poka-dotted belly and that I did not have very much fur, not compared to the brown boxers. I began to feel very happy there and think maybe this was going to be pretty nice. Obie was a clown and that helped me relax.

Fitting In

After a few days, I began to really enjoy my new home. They were good to me, played with me, petted and cuddled me, all the things a scared young boxer needs. In short, I began to trust again. But the mental scars of early abuse remained and would always be with me.

I wanted to play with Obie, but because I had not been allowed to play before, I did not know how. I learned to play some, as Obie always wanted to play, but I never was very playful.

I was older than Obie and so I felt it was time he knew that I was his boss. He would tease me, but when I had enough, I would chase him under the table. I was bigger than he was at this age.I would also give him.... "The Eye".

"The Eye" as Mom and Dad called it, was a stare I would give when I was not happy and wanted to intimidate Obie. It was a look that would go right through you especially with my one eye with the brown patch. One look from "The Eye" and Obie was mine, worked every time.

Buffy was another story. She did not like me because I was a girl and I guess she could sense I would challenge her someday, (and I did) so she would growl at me and try to scare me. I was scared, but I was not going to let here know that, as I did not want her to think she was dominant over me.

Because I was a puppy, I submitted. I would wait until I grew up and then we would see who would be dominant.

So we all knew our place, Dad and Mom were Alpha, then Buffy, Me and Obie. I finally had a family, a family who loved me and I loved them. I was happy and safe for the first time in my life.

Growing Up

Because I was mistreated in my early days, I had developed some traits to deal with that I carried with me the rest of my life. Everything was mine, all the bones (boneys as I called them) and some of the toys. I was also very protective of my family and was not scared of other dogs. I looked a lot like the English Bulldog, except taller. I also had an ornary streak to go with the sweet boxer side.

One of my first boxer dog stories was when I was about 6 months old. 3 big dogs came on our property as if to say, "What are you going to do about it?" Well, I was not going to stand for it. This was my family and nobody was going to take that from me. I would give my life to protect them. I decided I was going to chase them off. Well Buffy, Obie, Ginger and Sandy (Ginger and Sandy were not boxers but were adopted kids) and mom stayed on the deck and watched. I know they were thinking, "She's gonna get herself killed" but I knew better.

I marched out there, barked and growled as mean as I could, gave them "The Eye", and sent them on their merry way without a fight.. They knew I was not going to back down. I was not scared and they new it. So, I pranced back to the house with my head high and tail stub straight up, right back to the middle of the "hen party". They were all dumbfounded and Mom was so proud of me and said "Chelsea is sooo brave!"

I have many boxer dog stories, but this story is one of my favorites because we were just being puppies.

Buffy, Obie and I were outside right after a rain in the back yard. Well, like most yards, there was one spot where the grass was not growing. Only a bare spot of dirt. It is also the spot where Obie and Buffy decided to get me down and play with me. Obie tackled me and while I was down, him and Buffy rolled me around in the mud, while doing so, all of us got mud from head to toe. You should have seen us.

We didn't know it, so we came in through the doggie door and came running through the house to where Mom was. When she saw me she freaked out! She now had three brown boxers!

She grabbed all three of us and put us in the tub and we got a good bath, Dad put grass in the dirt spot and all got back to normal.

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