When I was a kid we got a Boxer who was about 1 year old at the time. My mothers cousin was a breeder and showed them and later got an absolutely beautiful Doberman who went to Westminster. The boxer came to us because he was returned by the guy who bought him and had to give him up because IIRC, he had to move because a new job and couldnt take him with him. Boomer was an amazing dog; very bright and loving and playful but very serious and intense when it came to protecting his family, but he loved kids.
One time a friend of my fathers came to dinner at our house with his wife and their infant daughter. Boomer was fascinated by the baby but was very gentle and wouldnt even get too close to her as if he knew he might scare her. But when her mom laid her down on my parents bed for a nap, Boomer stood guard, wouldnt leave her side. When my mom and the babys mom when to check on the baby she had managed to roll past one of the pillows and had started to roll toward the edge of the bed, and there was Boomer, gently nuzzling her back toward the middle of the bed. When my mom and the babys mother came into the room, Boomer was wagging his little stumpy tail as if to say I did good right?
Screen’s all blurry
Blasted glasses must dirty
*sniffle*