Cubby Goes Digital

Christmas in January!

2010-01-06T18:58:00.001-08:00

Mommy came home with a care package from Santa! Oh my goodness! Apparently Petco is selling their Christmas toys for 75% off, so I hit the Jackpot! Look at this haul!

Notice the very cute snowman with the green hat on the bottom right of the above picture? He was my first victim!

I tried to help him take off his hat. The moms always take off the winter garb in the house, so I am just helping the guy.

I also helped him off with his scarf, of course.

I'm not sure what happened to the rest of those things. I'm sure he probably did it to himself. Maybe his self esteem was damaged when he went on clearance? He just couldn't take it anymore...

I'm sure he did all of that to himself. I am a gentleman, you know. Notice how innocent I look in that picture up there. A little sad at the demise of the snowman, but definitely innocent.

Dakota also denies knowledge of what might have happened to Rudolph's leg.

Puppy Pharmacy

2010-01-02T13:34:00.001-08:00

I thought for the new year, I might warn all you doggies about getting old. Just say no, if you ask me! This is how we start our day.

Mom takes our daily pill container down and pours all the day's pills in my food bowl. She says then I still get all the expensive pill crumbs when I eat. To trick us into eating the pills, she uses this nummy Nature's Recipe canned food. Sometimes I eat the food and spit the pill out, so I can get more nummy food, but I can't do it too often - I don't want the top of mom's head to pop off!

These are the pills we take - I'm telling you, it's a regular doggy drug den over here.

We don't take all the drugs at once, though - some of them go with dinner.

Today we must have been extra good, because look what we got after the moms had breakfast!

Yes, you are seeing correctly - scrambled eggs! Mom says the eggs are expiring again, so jackpot for us!

Now don't you all worry - the moms are not just giving us pills and eggs willy nilly. All of that is prescribed by a bonafide doctor. I guess when you get old like me or if you are a genetically deficient mutant 21 toed post-legged freak like Dakota, you need lots of medicine just to get through the day.

Happy New Year!

More Snow!

2009-12-29T13:02:00.000-08:00

Oh my, is the world turning upside down or what?!?!? More snow is coming down again!

Dakota, of course, has a big goofy grin - she thinks the snow is like manna from heaven! She loves to go outside in the blizzard!

We may just have to pack up and move to Florida!

White Christmas in Texas

2009-12-24T14:48:00.000-08:00

We don't see a lot of snow here (fortunately), so the moms felt the need in their White Christmas bliss, to take us outside in the middle of a blizzard.

Do I look jolly? Guess what! It's warm and dry in the house! What goof-balls! At least they put a manly coat on me this time.

After I insisted on going inside, Dakota wanted to go play in the snow. She had a great time eating snow, catching snowballs, and generally running around in her naturally wooly coat.

The snow doesn't even melt on her! When the came back, rosy cheeked and snow covered, I was again dragged outside, forced to potty, and then I had to take pictures in front of the outside dogs.

You can't tell from the picture, but I refused to step in the snow, and kept my dainty feet on the wet but currently snowless sidewalk.

Merry Christmas, and I hope it is warm and sunny where you are! (Dakota hopes it's snowy and frigid for your wintry pleasure).

White Christmas

2009-12-24T11:21:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's cold. And it's even snowing this morning (moms are chirping about White Christmas). Still, that's no excuse for this monstrosity...

Wearing a coat in the cold is acceptable, but a turquoise polka-dot hoodie with flair? All I can say is this...

NO NO NO!

Hey Moms!

2009-12-18T17:11:00.000-08:00

I hate to be picky, because I really like this very fashionable striped bed. It is really soft, too.

But maybe next time you could take into consideration that Dakota and I are not chihuahuas.

Think bigger, ok?

Do You Speak Boxer?

2009-12-17T16:18:00.000-08:00

If not, I will help...

Translation: Cubby wants his supper...NOW!!!

Happy Anniversary, Casey!

2009-12-13T17:20:00.000-08:00

Today is the day my buddy, Casey, was adopted - just one year ago! We love you, Casey!

You can tell that Casey is not only very handsome, but that he must have a mommy that loves him very much!

He's smart, too!

This is how Casey looked when he first came to Legacy Boxer Rescue. He was living outside in the Texas summer heat, with almost no hair! What a turn-around!

Just Call Me Limpy

2009-12-05T17:15:00.001-08:00

This is how we spent our Saturday...

I was doing better after I saw the doc, but as soon as we got home, I stopped putting my foot down again. The moms are not amused!

Christmas Photo 2009!

2009-12-04T20:48:00.000-08:00

We love you, moms! Hahahahahaha!

Winter Wonderland

2009-12-02T17:17:00.000-08:00

I need to get something off of my chest. I live in Texas for a reason. It's not all the cowboys and horses. Texas is warm. Usually it's downright hot. That's why I live here. Now, let me tell you, I understand winter. In Texas, winter is February. It can get downright chilly, then. But it is still fall here. December 2, and I wake up to this!

I can tell you, as soon as the front door opened, and I saw my car covered by FROZEN WATER, I slammed myself into reverse. I could have held it for days, but mom said I had to go potty. She dragged me onto the front porch. I tried to quickly potty on the porch, so mom and I could get back inside, but mom said no. She made me walk in the wet freezing grass to potty!

After that torture, this is what I did for the next several hours to recuperate. See the tight ball I made of myself? That means it is cold!

After my first nap, I looked out again. Oh, the horror! Did we move to Minnesota overnight?

The poor dog we made was also covered with a blanket of arctic evil. I suggested that he shake it off, but he just stood there stoically. Poor guy - I feel sorry for him and all the other outside dogs who woke up shivering this morning.

Just seeing all of that made me chilly, so I went back inside and spent the remainder of the day in my toasty bed, dreaming of July.

Texas, I have to tell you - I am disappointed. Warm it up, buddy, or we may have to move south...

Dakota the Distinguished

2009-11-28T15:36:00.000-08:00

After we put up our beautiful Christmas tree, Dakota wanted to take a picture. She gathered up all of her dignity for her picture.

After mom snapped the picture, she relaxed, and her true personality shone through...

What a dip-wad...

We Built a Dog!

2009-11-27T10:45:00.001-08:00

This has been a fun week - mom is staying home from work and we are decorating for Christmas!

I was really surprised when the first thing the moms brought out was a box of wood - weird! Are we going to have a fire, or what?

I would be happy to chew up the wood, but the moms kept telling me no. Rude moms!

Oh, now I see - we are building a dog! I have to tell you, the boy has some skinny legs, and he doesn't smell like any dog I know!

I even tasted his little nubbin (he must be a boxer with that nubbin). Again, the rude moms said no, but he didn't even turn around when I chomped on his tail...he is a stoic boy!

When we finished, mom put some sticks on his head - I'm not sure why. They love to make us wear stuff on our heads.

Then they wrapped him up with beads and threw him outside. I guess he's going to be an outside dog like the other one. Poor guy. They don't seem to mind, though. They just wait there, guarding the front door...

Boxer Calendar 2010

2009-11-16T09:49:00.000-08:00

On Sale Now!

2010 Legacy Boxer Rescue Calendars are now on sale, featuring our very own boxer family!

Purchase online at www.savetheboxers.com or pick some up at one of our Meet Our Boxer events. Calendars cost $20.00 each plus $2.50 for shipping.

(And hey, look at that handsome Mr. December!

Sad News

2009-11-12T09:18:00.000-08:00

In the words of Pluto's wonderful foster mom, who loved him dearly:

"Some words are hard to say and these words are the hardest. At the very end of Pluto's surgery this morning he went into cardiac arrest. Despite the heroic efforts of the surgeon, the vet and his staff, they were not able to save Pluto. So not fair."

From Pluto:

"Thank you all for your wishes and for trying to give me the legacy that I deserved. Every ending is sad, no matter what. But my ending would have been even sadder if you had not tried and if we had never had the chance to sing our song together."

Thank you especially to Moco and Grammie for their extremely generous donation towards Pluto's care. We at Legacy Boxer Rescue are heartbroken that we lost this sweet young boxer, who was wishing on a star that he would get a new chance and a happy forever home someday.

New Digs

2009-11-11T13:03:00.001-08:00

Well, I have some news. Casa Cubby has moved! A few weeks ago, my place flooded. The moms didn't know, because it flooded near a wall, and you couldn't see the water - it was all under the carpet.

The result was that suddenly our place started smelling BAD. Ugh! So, we had to figure out what to do. Ultimately, it was decided that we would move - next door!

We checked out the new place, and it seemed a little weird - everything was backwards! It's a mirror image of the old place!

Then the moms started the move. I don't know if any of you bloggers have moved before, but it is difficult. The moms carried all of our stuff from one place to the other. We were pretty confused. The old place got more and more empty, until finally, we started staying in the new place.

The moms kept making fun of me, because whenever we went for a walk, I would try to go in the old place. It was all a big joke until mom did the same thing one day!!! Now only one mom is laughing at me!

Some things got lost in the move. We lost our big lamp, a drafting table, and lots of injured stuffies. The biggest thing we lost, though, was my couch! Now we have no couch at all! I'm not sure how the couch was lost between two doors that are a foot apart, but that's the story.

Where my couch used to sit, we now have three Mickey Mouse beds and now three beds with sides. The moms just might be loony - or maybe they can't count (2 dogs, 6 beds - hmm...). Maybe we are getting four new brothers? I guess there's plenty of spots to nap, but I miss my old smelly couch.

We all have to move into the future, I suppose. I am glad the move is over, so now the moms can stop whining about all the hard work!

Eight is the Magic Number!

2009-11-09T17:04:00.000-08:00

Who is this cute little puppy? You guessed it! It's my sissy, Dakota! And, it is her birthday today!

Awww, she used to be so cute and little, but those days are OVER! Now she is giant and old! Eight years old!

The moms gave her a screaming monkey, which she promptly destroyed. They also sang to her! (Notice she is wearing a cool Vikings collar, while I am wearing a girly flowery collar - what's up with that?)

Then they gave her a this very cute frog. They also gave her two big beds!

At first, she was just posing in her new bed, but then she started talking smack!

Can you believe she would tell me to stay off her bed. It's new, and it smells like the pet store. I am interested!

Finally, she settled down to incessantly squeak her frog. Ugh - will it ever stop?

Anyway, Happy Birthday, Dakota!!! We all love you!!!

Pluto needs your help!

2009-11-07T17:39:00.001-08:00

At 12:58 pm Central time, Legacy Boxer Rescue sent out a plea to its volunteers:

Urgent!!!
Boxer in need just came into a local shelter with a broken foot.
They are trying to get us pictures.
He will be put to sleep at 5pm to end his suffering if we can't help.
Who can foster this boy?

At 3:30, with only an hour and a half to spare, two amazing volunteers got together to work out a home for him. Amazing Lorie will take him for a couple of weeks until Marvelous Melaney gets back from her vacation. Then Melaney will be his foster mom.

Super Kim and Terrific Trevor jumped in the car to spring this handsome boy from the shelter and take him to the emergency vet. Melaney named him Pluto!

Now he is safe at the vet and getting the care that he needs. The weekend stay at the vet to TRY to save the leg until he can see a surgeon on Monday will cost between $1900 and $2400.

We really don't even know if his leg is broken at this moment in time. They will be taking x-rays tonight some time. What they are most concerned with at this time is infection and dead tissue. If they don't get the blood flowing and the infection under control, then Pluto will face the possibility of amputation regardless of the bone damage he might also have.

Thank you to LBR for giving him the chance to live and save his leg. Now, we need your help to pay the bill, so please put up a little cash to help us save this handsome boy.

I'm going to go make my donation right now in honor of the incredible volunteers that came together so quickly to save a life. You are my heroes!

Donate Now

Vote for LBR

2009-11-06T12:19:00.000-08:00

Legacy Boxer Rescue saved me and over a thousand other boxers! Help them win some cash, so they can help a thousand more!

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Hide and Seek

2009-10-10T16:15:00.000-07:00

Can you find me?

I'm hiding from the herd of Yorkies at Aunt Laura's house. Except for the Yorkies and the pool, her house is pretty cool. She has a bunny yard.

The blue house is their little hidey hole, but they have a cool little yard, too.

I bring you these sunny pictures from a few weeks ago, because here's how it looks at my house this week...

Wags and Waves

2009-09-26T14:33:00.000-07:00

There was a big fundraiser party at the water park today, and guess who got to stay home! Yes, believe it or not, yours truly was left alone at home while the moms took Dakota to have fun in the sun. I was very angry, until I saw the pictures.

Dakota had so much fun, and there seemed to be lots of water - really not my scene.

Also, there were lots of dogs around, and I am a little too old to have to whoop that many butts in one day.

To be honest, my babysitter, Jennifer, came and stayed with me while everyone was gone.

Now Dakota is totally worn out now, which is always a good thing for me. She is snoozing on the couch while she dries off.

I hope Legacy Boxer Rescue and all the other rescue groups involved made lots of money.

Now you can see something rarely seen in this world: Dakota running!

Just Call Me Tristan...

2009-09-19T13:41:00.000-07:00

The moms are thrilled that Dakota and I are healthy and happy again. We are even playing with each other again, which is something we haven't done for a while. We have been wrestling and having fun since Dakota's cone came off.

Here we are killing a cow (that used to be one of my special, private, no-Dakota toys). But hey - what is that on my hiney?

Yesterday, while we were walking, mom noticed a little hairless spot on my butt, about the size of a Tic-Tac. She touched it and a bunch more hair came out, until it was the size of a Lifesaver. What the heck? She ran me up to the vet, who said I have a staff infection (and increased the size of the spot to donut-hole sized)! I didn't even know I had a staff! Get me a treat, staff!

Mom says, "No, Cubby, a staph infection." Oh. Well that's not so good. Hopefully, the ointment the doctor gave me will clear it up. If not, we'll be looking at some more antibiotics!

So now, mom is threatening to call me Tristan (AKA Popeye). You guys might not know Tristan, but he is a little Shih Tzu that totally dominates my friend, Margaret. Margaret saved him from a shelter when he didn't look nearly this cute.

He had a popped out eye! Ouch! He also has a permanently bald hiney. LOL. Unlike me, though, he can do a Donald Trump comb-over on his bald spot. Mine is just out there.

Freedom!!!

2009-09-18T15:59:00.000-07:00

Finally, after two weeks of torture, Dakota was released from her cone of shame! She says this whole thing wasn't all bad. She got nummy food while she was coned. She also got to poke me with the cone all the time.

When the cone came off, she didn't make a big deal. She sniffed it as if to say, "No hard feelings," and proceeded to spend the next few hours licking and scratching all the parts she was unable to lick and scratch for two weeks.

Her cone left her with a crazy rooster hair-do, but she doesn't seem to mind all the laughing from the moms.

Besides the rooster comb and the half-shaved head, she seems a little lop-sided. Her bad ear seems to hang a little lower now. Maybe all the hair was holding it up...

After I finish this post, Dakota is getting her bath - no more stink! She doesn't know it yet, so I'll let her be happy for a few more minutes.

Dakota has one final message for you...

Mugging for the Photographer

2009-09-13T21:11:00.001-07:00

The Photo Shoot

2009-09-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

Today was my photo shoot for the 2010 Legacy Boxer Rescue Calendar! We were all ready to leave, but the babysitter must have forgotten to come (or maybe she was afraid of the very smelly head on Dakota)! Oh know, we can't leave the patient all alone! Well, the moms decided to load Dakota and take her along, too (I could have told them that was a bad idea).

We took a long drive out to see Kelly. She kept trying to trick me into putting my tongue inside my mouth and putting my ears up. Instead, I was panting with my ears back and trying to kiss her. Dakota was whining (she wanted her picture made, too) as usual. Dakota tried to kiss Kelly, too, but that was just too gross.

Finally, after a lot of squeaking and whistling and baby talk, Kelly just told me she wanted me to close my mouth, perk up my ears, and look over my shoulder at her, so I did. Duh. All she had to do was tell me. I am a professional after all.

On the way home, we were all pretty hot, so Dakota had to smoosh her cone in between the seats and steal all the air conditioning. That cone really is a good cold air collector.

At least while she was hogging all the AC, she could have let me sit in the back seat in peace, right? No! She had to put her hiney all in my space. The whole other half of the seat was empty, but she had to take my side. A fluffy fur pillow can be nice, but not when it's a million degrees.

Now that we are finally home, I'm taking the rest of the day off, to nap and lounge in the cool air of home. Have a great Saturday!