For The Love Of Dogs

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Just another morning walk.

Fast-food coffee prices have shot up. So, I tied my three Boxer pups together and went inside a Jack-in-the-Box to check their coffee prices. Immediately, there was a big commotion outside. A group of six workers wanted to enter Jack-in-a-Box, but my eight-years old, 95-pound Boxer “Ross” thought to were after me. To protect me, Ross did not let them enter but scared off that group; his threatening behavior had them actually running away from my Boxer pack. Sorry about that. On the other hand, I received compliments for their good behavior in my presence.

When I adopted Ross at 1 ½ years of age, two previous owners had already surrendered him because, I was told, he was “too much of a dog.” After half a year, he had become the most obedient and loyal dog you can imagine. However more recently, he sensed that at age 88 I am no longer as strong as I used to be. So, he started testing me like, for example, investigating every tree on our walk or ignoring me when I call him.

Well, with a metal chain around his neck and my hips, I am still strong enough to pull Ross my way. I also left him at home a few times and just went with my other two Boxers. Obviously, Ross realized that it is too early testing my strength and trying to take over the leadership of the pack. So, now he is back to “normal” and is protecting me from any imagined danger.

Pups have the tendency to leave their business always in the same general area. Ross started leaving his poop in front of our supermarket. I barely had stopped that habit when he started now peeing on the shopping carts. Another habit of all three pups is to keep me company in the bathroom. Ninety-five percent of the time, all three just want to be within five feet of me. When I chase them out in the garden, then minutes later they bark, “let us back in.” Dogs are glued on to their owners, and that’s why we love them so much. It’s their loyalty beyond question that is so wonderful.

Larger dog breeds have much more of a personality. For example, we used to have a Great Dane. When we hiked three times on one trail and the fourth time I wanted to take a different trail, then the 120 pounds "Sir Mordred" pulled me in the direction we had gone previously, seemingly saying, "dummy, don't you remember how we have to go?" He was the only dog who actually argued with me. Having had over a dozen dogs over some 40 years, I could write a book about them. All of our pups are buried on the pet cemetery in our garden, together with an assortment of other pets like snakes and chickens (below the right picture.)

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