Tony is at the Razorback basketball game and I'm home vacumming and doing laundry. Aaah the glomarous life. Just me and my faithful companion Joxer the boxer. I have actually thought of attaching a saddlebag type gadget on this dog to hold stuff I need when I'm running around the house doing chores. He's always beside me. But that's the nature of the breed. A few weeks ago I was so angry with him getting out of the backyard and running all over the neighborhood that I honestly said I was going to find him a new home. Joxer is not originally my dog. He was my sons dog. My son left him with us when he moved out, because his girlfriend didn't want the dog. So he's mine. And I love him. But folks he doesn't know what a street is, so he just bolts across them. I knew he was going to get hit by a car. He finally saw another dog who was out also. I feared it was a doberman at least that's what it looked like at first. This frightened me that they were going to fight. They both however liked each other very much. Yeah I was trying to get control of my dog to take him home and he and the other dog kept trying to have intercourse. Now that's embarassing. Your neighbors are going by and see you trying to break up two dogs. Finally under control we headed back to the house. For 2 days I asked many people if they needed a dog. We've had him 7 years, so he's old and his life expectancy is not many more years. After much thought, the realization was that I could never get rid of Joxer. So he helps me around the house. But he better not get out of the yard again.
