Lucy's Made Her Wish...

As I have been mentioning, Lucy's 1st Birthday is on Friday.

And as she's mentioned, she thinks that the only appropriate present for her first birthday is a "brudder". Her mama couldn't agree more! Here is the object of both Lucy and I's affection. Both Lucy and I agree that he's just the cutest darn thing we've ever seen!

This handsome little white potential "brudder" for Lucy is the whole way in Utah, but I'm assured there would be no problem delivering him to Orlando by the breeder who doesn't seem to have qualms about my being able to provide the little ghost with a wonderful home! (And of course, she's absolutely correct!

So what's the problem with this, you asks us?

Well, Lucy's Daddy thinks it's more appropriate for me to have a guard dog! Especially if I'm going to be in Orlando by myself. (I've been trying to teach Lucy to show her Daddy what a good watch dog she is, but she just wiggles her bumm and gives him a kiss... You're just no help Lucy!)

I can't stress enough how much the thought of having a big, tough dog in the house frightens me! I don't need a guard dog! I've given it a lot of thought, and I'm sure that the criminal that attempts to enter my and Lucy's home will more than likely have some kind of OCD disorder, and will run screaming from my home when my little boxer starts kissing him and drooling all over him! I'm in good hands!

But, we can't seem to come to an agreement!

Just look at the teeth on my little boxer! Have you ever seen anything so "inconspicuously" ferocious? That's just the thing- an intruder would never see her coming!

I don't think that Lucy would ever let anyone hut me, and I've experienced those teeth around my ankles and wrists... so I know exactly what that feels like- I can't imagine any criminal insane enough to stick around for that. Heck, I run sometimes, especially when my ankles are the object of Lucy's affections. I can only imagine how deep those teeth would sink in if she felt her human was in danger. For goodness sakes, she gets a little angered when she catches her mother kissing another boxer.

Lucy's all the guard dog I need... okay, we need the little white boy too! It certainly wouldn't hurt to have a deep male bark in the house!

She's guarding the house even as I sit her blogging...see?

Don't let that laid back look fool you, she can be pouncing in a split second! If I were to walk over there to that refrigerator and open the cheese drawer, she would move so fast, all you would see is a blur!

Living The Life...

The past 7 days have been filled with painting, painting and more painting with brief interludes to Home Depot or the grocery store.

Lucy, her toys and definitely my fingernails are starting to show the signs of our hard work- of course, the house is starting to show signs of improvement as well! I typically wash the paint off of myself at the end of the day, but Lucy seems proud to prance around the neighborhood covered in paint, and refuses to let me remove any of it from her sweet little body. She has spots in places where she didn't have spots before all of this started.

She's starting to oppose a bit to the the 8 hour a day painting regime- despite the fact that I'm constantly breaking to take her for a walk, or toss one of her toys around. Yesterday, she dropped her octopus in my newly loaded paint tray. I think, but I'm not sure, that might have been her way of telling me that it was time to take a break!

Rob keeps telling me that Lucy and I are "living the life" in Orlando while he's freezing his butt off in Pittsburgh. I keep arguing that painting for 8 hours a day, is hardly living the life. But, the little boxer might prove me wrong, this picture doesn't exactly make it look like we're working hard. Lucy actually looks darn comfortable watching tv.

I'm pretty sure that Lucy is trying to send me a message right at the moment. She just might be ready for bed, or maybe she's just ready to snuggle.

We just took an hour long walk around the block, and then she and I played with the rope toy for a 1/2 hour before attempting to clean up the massive mess we made today. Is it possible that I've worn my little bundle of energy out? Lucy's got the right idea, because I'm exhausted!

I'll Have What She's Having

Lucy's very, very, very good at convincing her human that she really deserves to eat exactly what I'm eating. Here's how she does it, it's a 3 step process. I'm sure you'll agree that Lucy's look is pretty hard to ignore...

Step One: Lucy makes it known that she's on to the fact that I've got food, that she's going to be expecting some of it and that she definitely deserves whatever it is that I've got.

"Heys der, ma. Whatcha got? Smells pretty darn goods!"

Step Two: Lucy moves a little closer, tilts her head back a little bit (her most flattering position), usually puts up a paw just to make sure that I know she's there, and she's waiting.

"Any days now, Ma! I aint's got all days to wait for you to drop dat!"

Step Three: The whimper or the famous boxer sigh heard round the world... Followed by the human caving. Lucy may be conning her human, but at least her human is aware that she's being conned! Fact of it is, I don't mind sharing with Lucy one little bit if it's not bad for her, especially when she works so hard to get whatever it is that I'm eating.

Things You See On A Walk, Only In Florida!

As previously mentioned, Lucy & I have been taking lots of walks around our new neighborhood. She wanted me to share her new digs with you all, so this morning we set out with "dat darn flashy ting"... Here we are, all ready to go.


Florida grass smells so good, or maybe it's just been so long since we've seen green grass that we're trying to take it all it at once!

"OOh, Ma! Looks! Wooter, and lots of its! Can I goes for a swim?"

"Ahh, Lucy? Do you see the sign you're standing next to? Let me read it to you, baby!"

"What's an alleygaater? Is dat a bad ting? Why do you haves dat silly looks on your face, ma? You looks a little panicky!"

I have a pretty strong feeling that Lucy and I won't be dipping our feet in that lake even on the hottest of summer days!

Lucy's Take... I's Only Gots 2 Questions...

Dids you hoomans really buy a house that didn't haves a boxer living across da street? Whats da heck were you tinkin? I aint's seen 1 single boxer dog since we gots to dis place. I mights wants you guys to gets us a refund. What kinds of place doesn't haves boxers? I knows dat we're a longs ways aways from home, but we musts be on anutter planet if der is no boxers here.

Well, I's guessin dat der is only one solution to dis problem. Let's go get anutter boxer... My birthdays coming ups, dat can be my present. Let's go Mom!