With the above talk about Boxers, I also have to throw in my tuppence even though we used to have other dogs as well, from a Great Dane and a German Shepherd to my daughter’s Blue Nose Pit Bull. But by now I have settled on Boxers. We never had small dogs because coyotes jump a six foot fence and are a constant danger. Mountain lions aka cougars or pumas are also nearby but are much more afraid of humans than the aggressive urban coyotes.
1st picture: our first puppy was Doberman Pinscher “Ginger” who not only was a great watch dog but also a perfect babysitter. When my wife called our toddlers and they didn’t listen, then Ginger would pull them by their panty towards my wife. At seven years old, I scolded my older daughter. When it got dark and she was still in the garden, I searched, heard some noise in the dog house, and listened. Here my daughter told Ginger how cruel dad was. A neighbor took care of Ginger when we went on vacation. Three days in advance, she always knew that we would leave. When we left for skiing and Ginger was 10 1/2, she growled at me for the first time and refused a treat. When we came back, she had starved herself to death. She could no longer live without us. Ever since we had at least two dogs to have company.
2nd picture: our pet cemetery with over a dozen dogs needs some maintenance work. 3rd picture: a Boxer blanket my children gave me for Christmas. The two girls on the left died at 14 and 15 years.
4th picture, my present pack from left to right: Heidi, two years old and 65 lbs, was a stray I adopted from the Moreno Valley Animal Shelter 1 1/2 years ago. She is still afraid of people and especially of children who probably threw stones at her. Then Ross, seven years old and 95 lbs, I adopted from the Los Angeles Boxer Rescue. At 1 ½ two people already had brought him back because they couldn’t handle him. Yes, he was pretty defiant, but soon became so loyal that I swear he would give his life for me. On the right is Otto, four years old and 84 lbs, whom I adopted from the Riverside Animal Shelter last year. He was also a problem but is now a loyal member of the pack. All three want to be 95% of their time within a few feet from me. My wife is still working, so I enjoy their constant company.
Video clip: coming home from my twice daily one-hour walks in the mornings and late afternoons. My pups love it, and I need
need the exercise at 87 to keep me going. Walking is one of my essential strategies to make it till one hundred. (Sorry, I don't know how to attach a video clip from my laptop PC, so I'll add another photo that includes my grandson's beagle puppy.)





)