That is Abby and Henry. Abby is older (on the bed) - just turned 7, and Henry is 3. Abby is the dog of my heart. I got Abby thinking I was going to be single and lonely for the rest of my life. She was this sweet little puppy (sadly all the pictures I have are pre-digital). She was the reason I would get out of bed some mornings. She had me going for walks and meeting people and making friends, when all I really wanted to do was sit in my house, only leaving to go to work. And - she is the reason that Aaron was 'approved' for a second date - she loved him on sight.
Abby has moved around with me through more than a few apartments. This is her when we lived in Boston, cuddling with our best friend's cat:
But no fear - here is that same friend, returning the favor and cuddling with Henry.
Henry is just the funniest boxer I have known. He is completely in love with people. He needs to be close all the time, and thinks he is a lap dog. A 93 pound lap dog! When you think of that phase, 'dog is a man's best friend' - I would have to say that Henry is Aaron's best friend. The two of them are inseparable when he is home.
I'm really glad that when we decided to bring a second dog into the house, that the two of them get along:
Although a boxer's idea of 'playing' looks more to the untrained eye as 'boxer's trying to kill each other':
So, for me, B is for Boxer. For Maggie, the sweet little boxer I grew up with. And Stewie, who was with mom and I through my teenage years, and helped her cope with me going away to college. Sentry was a rescue dog that was my Mom's companion until just a few years ago. Sadly, Mom is a little too small now to control a big, strong dog like a boxer, but we are working on finding some sort of dog that can be her new friend. As for me? It's boxers forever! And, just so we are all clear, Abby will live forever.