I call them puppies, but that may not be the correct term anymore. Abby has reached her full height, but as boxers tend to do, won’t reach her full growth for another year or so. I believe it takes boxers about 2 to 3 years to gain their full muscle mass. And she’s already pretty strong! Mason…sweet…sweet…HUGE, Mason. He’s definitely over a year old, but I don’t know that he has reached his full height. Since we don’t know exactly what breed he is (other than his mom was full boxer), we really don’t have anyway to gauge how big he will get. At this point we’re thinking moose, or maybe pony, and sometimes I wonder if he’s part deer. He is at least twice as big as Abby. In length and height. We have the biggest crate that Remington makes, and when he lays down and is sleeping, his poor little face is pushed against the door. Zale may have to custom build something for him. Seriously.
With our new furniture (best Dad ever got us new living room furniture for Christmas, since Mason had eaten the couch) the dogs haven’t been allowed to get on it like they could the old. I know, I know, it’s not fair. But they have very nice dog beds in front of the fireplace, as well as their crates (that are in the living room, ugly, but it is what it is). What we did discover, is that if we leave our bedroom door open during the day, (and I cover the comforter with another blanket) our bed becomes their bed, and they are perfectly content. I know, it doesn’t seem right that we’ll let them on our bed, but not our couches….the bed is older and we don’t really like it anyway. Make better sense now?
So, yesterday, after I got off the phone with a very good friend of mine, Mason was acting extra needy. I loved on him, petted him, but he kept wanting more. And he stuck by my side, literally leaning up against my leg and staying right by me wherever I went. It dawned on me that Abby wasn’t coming to get some lovin too. And this little girl can sense when he is getting petted. No matter where she is in the house, no matter how quiet we are, she knows and she will come running to get her share of affection. So I start calling for her and asking the girls if they know where she is. I began to think that maybe I had absentmindedly left her in the back yard when I let Mason in, but she wasn’t in the back yard either. So then I start to panic, say a prayer that she hasn’t gotten out, and go to grab my shoes to look outside. But then I notice that Mason is going into our bedroom and coming back out to me, over and over. It hits me, she’s gotten in our bathroom and can’t get back out. Sure enough, there she was. Not sure if she went to lay on the vent, or to try to drink out of the toilet, but the door had closed behind her and she couldn’t get out. She was very happy to be found, her little bottom just a wigglin’. And I think Mason was happy to get his companion back!
You know, I tell people that we “rescued” them through Middle Tennessee Boxer Rescue. But that’s really not accurate. MTBR rescued them, we had the pleasure of adopting them. And they are wonderful additions to our family!