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Showing posts with label boxer dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boxer dogs. Show all posts

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Dog Daisies

Ever wonder why they call them Dog Daisies? 😊 ⁕⁕⁕⚘

This is why 😂

daisies by the side of the road and boxer dog

daisies by the side of the road and boxer dogs

daisies by the side of the road and boxer dogs

MORE DAISIES:



lonely daisy growing in the middle of the road

lonely daisy growing in the middle of the road and two boxers in the background

lonely daisy in the middle of the road

lonely daisy in the middle of the road and two boxers in the background

lonely daisy growing in the middle of the road and two boxer dogs in the background

small white daisy in the middle of the road

looking down at a small white daisy growing in the road

Annie Japaud Photography 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Lazy summers

My kids had a lovely lazy summer. All I asked for was:

  • walk the dogs for 2 hours every day 
  • clean the living room, where the video games den is...
  • learn to do your own laundry (including mad dashing outside because it's raining ..then putting them back on)
  • wash all YOUR dishes and cups once I have done the wash up  

That was not too much to ask, was it? Every mum can dream right?

Needless to say, they didn't do all of it all the time. Except walking the dogs, that is A RULE NUBBER 1 for us all, Because we love our lovely boxers so much that nothing else matters.

And still, they did have a lovely lazy summer, don't you think?


boxer dog walking

happy boxer dogs walking in the countryside

man walking with boxer dogs on a countryside road

collage, sleeping hugging boxers

two hugging boxers

kids and boxer dogs








Saturday, February 6, 2016

UNDERCOVER DOG

My dog has extra special training. He goes undercover. All the time now. 


He starts from one side of the sofa, dives under the covers and crawls all the way through until his nose shows on the opposite side. Then he is snug and comfy for the night. My boxer dog is so clever. He really has special training.  

We are so proud of him and we love him so much ;) 

sorry about the bad quality photos
boxer dogs sleeping

boxerdogs sleeping on a sofa

boxer dogs sleeping

boxer dogs sleeping on a sofa

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Me and the Old Boys

boxer dogs

You all know I am a nature walker, I love my little hikes in the Connemara hills, but I am also a dog lover. I love my boxer dogs and for me it is not a good walk if they are not with me. 

boxer dogsboxer dogs

You have no idea how cool it is to go out with the boys.
We all walk with the same pace, it is quiet and peaceful on the road, it's just us and mother nature.

boxer dogs

I usually let them go in front of me, but most of all they love to fit me in the middle, so I am save and sound between them. You never know, someone might try to talk to me...Not a very wise idea if you are a man, my boys get a bit cranky and don't really let anyone come close. Otherwise I keep telling everyone they are just a pair of sofa cushions. 

boxer dogs

boxer dogs

I know that no one believes me though, especially when I see people crossing the road, afraid to walk past us.

I feel sad sometimes knowing how misunderstood boxers are. Because of their size and the unusual amount of energy, people believe them to be scary beasts.
This is so not true! There is no one more loving and gentle than my two boys.

boxer dogs

boxer dogs

boxer dogsboxer dogs

Once I was asked "Are they wicked?" by a woman with crazy eyes who run fast down the road in case they decided to eat her. The Old Boys didn't even look at her. They simply know who is not fit for consumption ;-)
boxer dogs

Anyway, I can not blame anyone for being afraid of dogs. I have great experience with mighty beast (haha) but I still know when to be cautious. I have been beaten by a dog before and I know how it feels. Strangely enough it wasn't any of mine, but one of those sheep dogs that like to bark a lot at passers by, every time you go past their house (you know one somewhere for sure) One day this particular guy didn't just bark but decide to sneak behind me and bit me on the back of my leg. OUCH!!

I am proud to say that my boys have much better manners than this, they would never do anything like that!! They don't bark, they don't jump at people, they are perfectly behaved simply because we walk them every they for 2 hours no matter the weather, we love them, we hug them all the time and we live in harmony.

boxer dogs

We love each other very much 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Mr Kitty and The Old Boys

Recently someone inquired how is our Mr Kitty doing so I felt I have to oblige the audience with a few words and photos of our latest acquisition. Latest because he is the last to join the two boxer dogs team we had already.  


a kitten licking his face
He is just over a year now. We brought him in after my daughter's persistent mental warfare for months (which apparently worked we are really dog people here, or that's what we kept saying to ourselves?!) It was for her birthday and he was so tiny, just 4 weeks old and didn't know a thing (genie mac, he was so cute). 

I have to admit that he brought absolute havoc in the house. 


  • He climbed and jumped everywhere (that was a shock compared to The Old Boy who was a lively puppy but never did anything so outrageous except once when he was really young and untrained and he reached on top of the stove and pushed a pot of soup on the floor. We found him hiding in the opposite side of the room behind the potted palm. he never did anything like that ever again ) 
  • He had a lot to say and all the time, apparently this type of cats are called vocal. From all the cats in the world we managed to pick the most vocal kitten ever (compared to the Old Boys who never ever bark or utter a sound, except when playing, because we thought them not to do it. Fat chance trying to teach a cat not to meow)  
  • Last Christmas, he totally wrecked our Christmas tree because he was constantly climbing on it and hiding among the branches. At the end it just broke in two (at least it was after Christmas) The Old Boy never did that, except on his very first Christmas when he gently pushed the tree over to get to all the chocolate decorations, which he unwrapped and ate happily during the night. Well, we never bought any more eatable decorations since then. 
  • every time I was washing the dishes Mr. Kitty would climb on my shoulders, digging his lovely
    two boxer dogs and a cat sleeping on a sofa
    sharp claws from my ankles to my neck and then would watch fascinated until I finish (I can not describe all the scars we got from those so tiny but so piercing and sharp little tools of death)
  • he loved to sit on top of the table while we eat and watch with the occasional "meow" (at least the Old Boys sit under the table while we eat, ha-ha) now that he is older he knows he is not allowed on the table and he only sits on the chairs and looks from there. Imagine a pair of piercing eyes staring at you over the edge with a bunch of twitching whiskers  
  • by the way, we though Mr Kitty was a girl at first, until about 6 months later when we discovered that certain male attributes are growing, so from Kitty turned into Mr Kitty 
  • The Old Boy kept following him everywhere like a shadow. It took him months to find out what the hell was that... 
    a boxer and a kitten

Hanging around with our well trained and behaved dogs was definitely positive influence to Mr. Kitty

  • he learned his name and when I call him he responds with a meow and comes, even if not right away. Sometimes he is too far, or too busy I presume, if he is out in the neighborhood, but as long as he can hear me he is home in the next 5-10 minutes.   
  • he loves a good treat as much as anyone and at home we have our routines and the tree of them line up together, they all sit like good boys, we wouldn't have it any other way. So cute, two huge boxers and a tiny cat on the side 
  • he also likes his walks and quite often he comes with me and the Old Boys for a short walk to the Waterfall. Imagine the look on peoples' faces when they meet us in the neighborhood ;) We are already known to everyone in the village because rain or shine we walk our dogs every single day. Now people say stuff like "You walk your cat too?!????!!!!??!!!"
collage of cat images


cat rolled in ball sleeping

So more or less this is what I can think of our Mr Kitty right now. This very moment he is rolled up in a ball in the middle of the sofa and he is not going anywhere - there is a wicked storm outside so he is taking it easy today until it is over. If push comes to shove he will share the sofa with me and the Old Boys while we watch some TV. 

Imagine that, a perfect evening....



Mr Kitty having fun

collage with cat images

cat portrait cat portrait

Mr Kitty, cat portrait

a portrait of Mr Kitty, cat

Mr Kitty, cat prowling around

Mr Kitty having fun, a cat playing

portrait of Mr Kitty, the cat

cute kitten looking down from up high

portrait of Mr Kitty

My daughter just said a few days ago, that if she knew having a cat is so much fun she would have asked for one a long time ago.

I tend to agree..even though I always considered myself strictly a dog person.... 




Sunday, August 16, 2015

My boxer story

For the last week or so we took care of a third boxer.

a brindle boxer dogYes, I am not joking. We already have two lovely chaps and decided we need more. When you have one boxer, it is never enough. You get so much love and attention from them it is addictive. Honestly, pure addiction. The way they look at you, the way they can read you and predict what you are going to do before you do it so they can join you and you can not say no.... Doesn't that sound like the perfect relationship?!

Anyway, we got the first one as a puppy, 7 years ago. He has imprinted on us all perfectly now. I never had a dog before him and I never knew it is so wonderful and rewarding. We got boxer books, we read, we watched a lot of dog shows and now I can say that we are pretty good with dogs. We walked him every single day for at least and hour an half, most of the time two and more. No matter the weather and believe me around here in this part of Ireland, the weather is pretty bad most of the time. As long as he has had his walk and a good meal after, no dog will create any problems after that, believe you me, he is only one big sofa cushion for the rest of the day and night... We always say he is our Big Love..


boxer dog, beautiful rusty colourThen 4 years ago we decided to find him company and rescued number two. The poor thing has had a
lot of of problems in his short life. He was starved, totally dehydrated, scared out of his head, about a year old and not house trained, didn't recognise any name we tried. So sad!! But now, when people look at him they can not believe that he was rescued he looks as good and vibrant as any other dog. One of the most heartbreaking things about him is that he is always trying so hard to prove that he is a good boy, even after all this years, he still has the need in his heart to prove that. He looks in my eyes and assumes his best "I am a good boy" position and shows me that he is good...... he simply doesn't deserve anything bad to happen to him. We can only speculate what it was but he was definitely tied up in a confined space, he couldn't move much for a long period of time, the scar from the extremely tight collar never heeled, his coat didn't grow back. And he doesn't like to get dirty at all, amazing, isn't it?

So a week ago we sheltered another boxer with the hope that we will be able to keep him. Unfortunately nothing went as we planed. The boy was fabulous, I fell in love with him straight away. Unfortunately he had a big issue with our boys. We knew there will be a bit of tension, introducing new dog and all, but things went completely out of hand and at the end and we had to give him up.


We kept them separated, blocking the doors in the house so they can not reach each other, the house was divided in half basically and not very livable. On his own, the new boy was fantastic, quiet, so loving and adorable but the moment he spied the other two he got wired and tensed up and simply jumped at them to fight. And it wasn't about dominance anymore, they fought 6-7 times and he lost every single time. He attacked the others once even when they had their backs turned, when one of them was sleeping and so on.... So no matter how much I liked him, and how good his life could have been here with us, we had to say good bye. I am so sad. 


I hope you find a good family, my boy.

a brown boxer dog sitting in the grass

a brown boxer dog looking after a running cat

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