I wouldn't say that she completely rules the roost though, would you?
(Please note the print hanging over the bed..would you call this life imitating art or art imitating life? )
Although she'll be twelve years old in May, she's still pretty sharp.
Boxers are "people" dogs. They like nothing more than to follow you around and gaze at you with THESE pathetic little eyes.
Her favorite thing to do (besides eat) is lay on the carpet in the sun.
Doesn't matter where that patch of sun is, so long as she can stretch out and bask in it.
And sometimes that sun feels so good, she flips herself over, gyrates back and forth and scratches her back for about 5 minutes.
"Oh I'm such a happy dog!"
In 1988 I brought my first Boxer home. Her name was Bridget. I remember people commenting on my particular choice of breed because in 1988, there weren't too many Boxers around.
I've learned that they can be extremely needy, they love people, they love children, they love to stomp on bugs then eat them, they love the sun, they love popsicles in the summertime, they are unbelievably stubborn, fiercely protective and once you get past the farting, they are undeniably sweet.
Although the breed has short hair..............they shed. Seriously, they do. They shed a lot. And when their "winter coat" begins to shed, look out. Don't let anyone tell you differently on this subject. I can't begin to tell you how many people have commented to me how Boxers "don't shed". To those people I say this.........