Our boxer Ralph chewed up his dad’s 1941 edition of Ring magazine. Ironic, don’t you think?!
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Our boxer Ralph chewed up his dad’s 1941 edition of Ring magazine. Ironic, don’t you think?!
I went to Seattle Washington for 1 night. My daughter dog sits for me and sends me this photo.
Accidentally left this bag of crackers on the nightstand while we left for 10 minutes to pick up a pizza. Needless to say we when we got home were greeted by a nearly empty bag and a (sort-of) guilty face.
“I really thought this would cheer Mom up after her much needed nap… Guess I was wrong. #stillproud #baddaymadeworse #teething”
Fitz got his teething bone stuck under the edge of the rug and while trying to get it out decided the rug felt much better on his aching gums.
I stole the babys dummy!!!
As I placed my fresh omelet on the table, I turn around to get some water, when I turn back twas GONE
Rigby helped himself to a nice sirloin steak off the counter. It was cooked and tasty. He usually stays down but couldn’t resist this time.
I had left the house without saying goodbye and Dante thought I was still in the room and needed to rescue me.
Sign reads: I thought Mommy was in there and I needed to rescue her.
Bishop jumped up on the stove and turned the gas on.
Our one year old Boxer Cyrus is still figuring out the difference between a tree and a leather couch.