I have two boxers. Wonderful puppies and just like children. The oldest, has been through many a tough time with me. He has curled up on my lap and licked away my tears and when he was too big to curl up, he would try to get as much as he could into my lap. He can curl up into a little ball, pass gas with the best of them and snore louder than an old man. Mr. is the one at the top of the stairs. The little one at the bottom is Missy and the fuzzy one is Ms. Prissy... the beautiful girl is my stepdaughter. She and the puppies get along like 4 peas in a pod. Ms. Prissy is her favorite but the big ones make sure that no one messes with her or Ms. Prissy.
The point in writing this is that Mr. and Missy had to have surgery this past weekend. At this point, Missy doesnt need a costume... she is Frankenboxer! The picture shows just two of them, there is another one on her other side. Missy had level 1 melanoma. We are still waiting on the lab results for the other one.
Please make sure that you get yourself checked for lumps and bumps that dont make sense and check your animals. Mine are a part of my family and while I know they wont be around for ever, I can make their lives better while they are here.
