Scott's Musings

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Boxer talk.

Boxer talk.

boxer dog in refrigerator

The boxer trait of being able to open doors on display in the photo above.

For those of you who know me well, you probably are aware that I own a boxer.

Dog, that is.

In fact I have owned three of these types of creatures in the past.

If you think this article is another lovey, dovey , “my dog is the best dog story,”  you’re mistaken.

Don’t get me wrong- I love these things. They tend to grow on you.

Like poison ivy.

And if you have read this far, I conclude one of two things:

1) you own or have owned a boxer, or

2) you’re terribly bored right now.

Either way, I will plod ahead with a few boxer observations from my learned experience.

My current experiment with the breed is my 3 year old male, Oscar.

Oscar is a skiddish, playful, selfish bundle of joy. He shares some, but not all of the attributes that my other two boxers possessed.

Here are a few of those boxer traits I have lived with and through:

  • Very playful
  • Intensely selfish
  • Stupid when it comes to training to help their human masters
  • Brilliant when they need to figure out something to make their immediate situation better
  • Comical
  • Emotional
  • Lazy when you need them not to be
  • Extremely rude (ie: they have a habit of staring at you and the only way to stop them is to juggle or feed them)

This may or may not be the last word on the boxer topic. Depends on how mad I get at Oscar.

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