As our boxer family grows, so does the wild, and amusing behavior. My morning begins with my two fur babies, Kc, and Star waking me for their breakfast. This is somewhere between 6 & 6:30am each and everyday. No problem, I’m a morning person so the 3 of us sneak downstairs while the rest of the family stays in slumber a little longer. Bathroom, then breakfast for the boxers. Star at 4 months will become very vocal if I don’t get her food ready fast enough. Kc stands up on the counter continuously to check my progress while I am assembling their food bowls. Finally I place their food bowls down, and watch them eat like 2 starved puppies. You wouldn’t believe that they were getting 3 big meals a day. Being boxers they are lucky to have a metabolism that allows them to eat big meals, and stay nice, and slim.

Now after their breakfast, we go outside again for another bathroom break, clean up, and back in for my cup of coffee. It’s time for me, after some puppy play, treats, and kisses to go upstairs to get ready for my day. The fur babies cannot follow me up the stairs b/c of their devilish play. Downstairs that have buckets of toys, beds to lay on, and an open door to the pasture, and garden.

They are surprising me for the past 4 mornings on my return downstairs. I might have been gone for 45 minutes. First they bring, I’m sure it is Star, the newspaper in. This is no small feat, because they have to bring it from the front of the house all the way around to the back, and through the back door into the living room. this is where they can take it out of it’s plastic bag, and open it for their Dad to read when he comes downstairs. I think during this process Kc the sweetheart that he is, has been trying to teach Star how to read. This would explain the newspaper being spread all over the living room. Not just the floor, but those cute kids of mine managed to also spread it all over the coach, which is very large, along with both of their beds. Fun, fun, fun.

Of course I come down and look at my sweet babies, who are dancing with joy, and then see the living room. My mouth falls open, with disbelief. Pick up the paper, and tore pieces of plastic, then we talk. Big eyes, lots of kisses, those are from me, and I’m sure tomorrow will be better.