
And chasing squirrels isn't as easy as you'd think. I've been assigned at least twelve of them.

My name is Ox. Actually, that's just one of my names. Lately, I've been going by Mrs. Boo. I am a nine, make that ten year old boxer. I live in Portland, Oregon (land of coffee shops and beer), and this is my blog.
I'm feeling so great now that I'm on new meds, I got to go out and party with Mo and Brian at Billy Bangs out on the patio. Here's Lynette, the pretty lady who brought me some water.Here are Scott and Paul the owners who both came out to see me because I am so famous in the hood.
Here I am just kickin' it happy to be out and about again hangin' with my homies.
I haven't posted for awhile because I've been a bit under the weather. You see, I'm turning nine next week and my stomach decided it didn't like my food anymore. If you've ever lived with a boxer you know what that can mean! So, my pal, Mo bought me some human quality dog food and I tried that for awhile but I still managed to pollute the atmosphere. Heheh.. So, now my pal Brian has to make rice and veggies and barbecue chicken for me. They're such suckers! I must admit though I feel much better and I am getting my girlish figure back. I do enjoy the new cuisine. Here I am waiting for my grub.
We Boxers are quite adept with a ball. Sometimes I take it to the top of the stairs and drop it so I can chase it. I can dribble it like a basket ball or play keep away from my pals with it. I will run after it , but I never give it back to whoever threw it without a tug of war. Eventually I let Brian think he's won by dropping the slimy, wet ball on the floor. He always falls for it and throws it again. Sucker!
Of course, just when I'm feeling like a champ, I go to my favorite spot on the couch and look who's there. I ask you!
As any boxer knows, begging is an art. I'm not supposed to eat people food but ..... there are always suckers around like Mo''s friend Dan who was here yesterday. He thinks I'll like him more if I feed him. Doesn't he know boxers love everybody? You wouldn't think so it you saw my beggin' tooth!
I sleep on an ottoman from Pottery Barn at the foot of my pals' bed. Of course, if I get too cold or lonely, I just cuddle up to my pal Mo because after all, I have my needs. Mo keeps telling me to stop snoring. As if!This is my spot on the couch, although I sit wherever I want anyway. When I want more food or a walk, I sit here like a person and make a low growling sound until I get my way. Humans are such suckers!
Here's my buddy Ryan and I fishing. He's a great fisherman! Check out the 22 pound steelhead he caught!
Okay, I know I'm supposed to be the dolphin to the pit bull's shark but even I have my limits! There is a young, disrespectful Lab that lives behind us. He's very covert. He never barks at me, just brings out a flat basketball and shakes it in his mouth. You have to know that that is going to drive me completely nuts! I growl, bark, howl, but he just laughs at me. This goes on almost every day! I know where he lives. but Mo and Brian are friends with his pals Kevin and Tammy. So I just have to hold my tongue when we walk by. He's such a punk though. Tomorrow, I think I'll bring out my soccer ball and show him who's the top dog!
I started out my life being pretty small so my people let me sit on the furniture. I am a lot bigger now but still see no reason why I can't sit where ever I want. Like in Brian's chair....
Or on a foot stool.....
My life is pretty good. I once heard Paul McCartney say when asked what he'd been up to lately, "Oh just hangin' and havin' a good time." I can really relate to that. Ya know?