This is Mars. He is our boxer dog. I love him so much that I've posted about him in several other posts; I should really stop.
This beast lives in our home. He enjoys long evening walks, laying in his sunshine, feeling victorious while running from the room with a lone dirty sock or half of a leaf he discovered in the yard. He sits very politely for treats and motions back to give me kisses before he digs into his food. He's a big dopey almost five year old puppy who somehow knows he's not suppose to barrel down small children and the elderly. He gets pissed off at the gall of the neighborhood cat that dares to walk our fence and stare down at him without fear. His bark scares the crap out of any new and unfamiliar delivery person and, in fact, left one poor phone book delivery guy to drop the book in the middle of our driveway and run in the other direction.
But he's a love. He's about 90 pounds and still thinks he's a lap dog (especially when he's not feeling well) and will attach himself to your feet if you let him. Small dogs attack him all the time and he just stands there confused and non-confrontational.
And his ears are like soft soft velvet.
He's a very very good boy and we love him so much.
It's a good time to give your pup a big hug, don't you think?
