Lucy's First Action Adventure Film!

For the last couple of months, I've been talking about how much fun it is to watch two boxers in action with one another. I've struggled to catch good pictures showing Lucy playing with her best boxer bud, Job and been somewhat unsuccessful.

The other day, I finally figured out, quite by accident how to use the video mode on my camera, and filmed a little bit of one of Lucy and Job's indoor playdates!

Without further ado...

Lucy's First Action Adventure Film!

Lucy's Better Than ADT

Last night, my fiance said to me "Why doesn't Lucy bark when someone comes to the door?" I told him that I didn't know the answer to that question, but I do know that when we were at my mom's house the other night and the doorbell rang, she went crazy. But, we don't have a doorbell, and appearantly the sound of someone knocking on our front door doesn't alarm little Lucy like a doorbell does.

He then asked me if the 5 dogs at the breeders house went nuts when someone came to the door. I had to chuckle remembering the night that I went to the breeders house to meet the litter. When I got out of the car and started walking to the door, all I could hear was barking- and there were 4 very large, amazingly beautiful, but loud boxers right in the front window. I had doubts about going to the door, and decided to walk around the house and see if perhaps there was another door- I was fearing for my limbs at that point.

After a couple minutes of talking about this topic, Rob decided that Lucy must just be too young to be an alarm system. And we dropped the subject and fell off to sleep.

An hour later, I heard noises in our driveway and immediately became alarmed. Just as I was getting out of bed to look out the window, I heard a key in our front door, and so did Lucy! She jumped right up and started barking, howling and making a growling noise that was a great effort for an 8 month old puppy! Good Lucy!! Of course, she's still little and her bark isn't the fiercest in the world, but I'll tell ya what, if it had been me attempting to open that front door, I think I would have gone back to my car, but it was just my future father in law coming to visit... At 12:00 AM...

And people wonder why I don't display great amounts of sanity? What person in their right mind pays a visit at 12 AM?

My Little Clown

Lucy has many expressions. You can definitely tell when my little boxer is tired, mad, feeling playful and even when she's hungry.

This is Lucy's clown face. You can tell when she rolls over onto her back, starts grumbling and rolling around that she's feeling silly and can't possbily contain the silliness. We call this the "Gremlin Face" and I'm hard pressed to think of a time when she's rolled over into this position that it hasn't made me grin from ear to ear.

What exactly is it about a boxer face that makes me break out into a big smile? Even her little over-bite makes me happy! Why is it that when I see that pretty little face first thing in the morning that I feel like the luckiest human on the planet that this little boxer chose me to love? And when I walk through the door at night and she doubles in half wiggling, that I'm so glad that I'm home?

You're so silly, Lucy and I wouldn't change it for anything!

I Can and I Will Survive....

This morning while lying in bed attempting to talk myself into putting my aching ankle on the ground and actually moving towards the coffee pot, I could hear Job's kids calling for him. I didn't think anything of it until about an hour later and a couple of cups of coffee later, I looked out the front window and noticed Job aimlessly wandering the neighborhood- completely NAKED! No collar.

I called for him. "Job, COME!"

No Job, he looks at me and cocks his head. "Job, COME!" Still no Job.

"Job, come find Lucy!" And he comes running towards me.

Job and Lucy spent about 4 hours playing this morning before Job's mom came home, I caught her walking up the sidewalk and told her that I had her boxer! Of course, Lucy was sad to see him go, but I think she was pretty well worn out!

I am still hobbling around on an ankle that just won't quit aching, throbbing and tingling. I sure hope that I didn't do more damage than what I believe that I did. It's not looking promising. I did my very best today to stay off the ankle, but this being my only day off, and muddy paw prints calling to me, I had some difficulty. I did 2 loads of laundry, but after nearly killing myself on the stairs trying to carry the baskets up to the bedroom with an overly enthusiastic little boxer helper under my feet, decided that any more than 2 loads was going to be out of the question, unless of course I wanted some other part of my body in a cast.

I am trying hard to get used to my new vehicle. I had to run to the grocery store today and figured while I was out, I would look around and see if I could find myself a gas station that sells high grade diesel thinking with my habit of always nearly running out of gas, that might be a good thing to know. I didn't find one station within 15 minutes of our house. Looks like I'm going to have to start really paying attention to the fuel tank...

My other issue, which I'm sure I'll work out in time is that my new vehicle is pretty smart. There's a lot of buttons and features that I still haven't figured out how to use. Amazingly enough though, after 5 minutes in the car Lucy had managed to engage the navigation, make two phone calls, change the radio station, and then go from radio to IPOD.

Today, it is raining out. I couldn't figure out how to work the windshield wipers. And when I finally did get them going, I couldn't figure out how to shut them off, but I did manage to spray the windshield with cleaner and engage the rear windshield wiper... Gotta love German engineering (although my new car was actually built in the Carolina's...)

Lucy's Take... My Hooman is a Handful!

I's tried so hard to make a post on Friday, and it's wouldn't let me! I wanted to tells you all abouts da adventures my hooman n I have beens havin. My hoomans complains about me gettin into all kinds of trouble, well let me tells you, she's been a handful lately!

On Thursday mornin, as my hooman was gettin out of Daddy's truck, she fell n twisted her ankle. She lets out a big yell, and it's took her a long time to gets up. I couldn't helps her cause I was in my safety belt. Whens she came around da trucks to get me out, she was walkin real funny! N she's been walkin really funny ever since. She's got dis ugly black thing around her ankle now, n last night she hads ice on it and she was kinda upset. She tolds me dat she went to da doctor n they took sometin she called an x-ray. Her poor ankle is sprained! Wonders how long dats gonna last? I hopes not long, cause she can't play with me very well!

I's had fun watchin over Mommy on Thursday as she hobbled around da store. I evens found a new cool place to hang out. I curled ups right under her desk so I could keep a close eye on dat ankle of hers and makes sure it didn't give her any more problems. I feels so bad for my hooman. Maybe I should makes her go to see Dr. Mary- dat's where I goes when I's injured, and she always fixes me right up and makes me feel all better!

On Friday mornin, we hads to get up really early. It was so early, dat it was still dark outs when we left da house. And we drove an drove, an drove and it's was still dark out. Mommy wasn't in a good mood, she was still drivin Daddy's truck which has something she calls a clutch, I tink it hurt her ankle real bad, cause she was really cranky. We picked ups some furniture, n she gots back in da truck, and drove and drove some more. By da time we gots to da store, she wasn't lookin so good! I was a little bits concerned abouts her. She just wasn't walkins right! I spent da day, hangin outs wit her at Daddy's store and trieds real hard to be good! I watched tv (dat's me watchin tv in da picture up at da top!), ate cheese and popcorn, played wit some leaves and all da other tings on da floor, and den we finally gots to go home.

My hooman says it's important to always find the silver lining in every cloud. I'm not all dat sure what dat means, but on Thursday evening, she lefts me at dat store, and when she came back to get me, she was drivin a shiny white new car, and she was grinning real big! I walked alls around it and she's said to me, "I may have a sprained ankle, Lucy, but at least we've got a new car, and that's the silver lining in this situation, little one!"

I's is guessin dis is really my car, cause look at the plate. It says "Boxer Mobile!" I sure's am spoiled, my new cars is real purty! I wonders if she'll let me drives? I'm guessin probably not...