Dancer Prancer Boxer Brown

With all this baby talk, I feel the first baby in my life deserves a full post.

Dancer Prancer Boxer Brown walked into our life May 22nd, 2010 at around 1:30am.  I had just produced a show in town for a youth company that I directed, and then went out to dinner with the family to celebrate: the show, BILs b-day, my parent's anniversary, and my b-day.

We pulled into our neighborhood, and at the end of our street, running around in our park, was a small dog.  I told the hubs to pull over and see if the dog had a collar or tags.  The dog ran away.  We pulled into our drive way, I hopped out of the car.  While waiting for the hubs to pull in, I grabbed our now broken vacuum that now lived in the garage, and was pretending to vacuum the concrete as I watched him pull in. We walked to the door, pushed the garage door button, and went inside.  Just a moment later I turned and said, "don't forget to get the laptop out of the trunk."  Hubs turned opened the door to the garage and then turned around, back to me, and shut it.  He looked at me and said, "there's a dog in there!"  He said she looked friendly, but we didn't quite know what to do.  And how did she get in there, there was a max of 30 seconds she could have walked in before we hit the button, and not tripped the sensors.  Crazy.

Anyway I told him to go out the the front and open the garage door that way.  A minute later he was back inside, "There's another dog in our front yard."  All of this was too strange to me: 3 stray dogs in 10 minutes.  Since it was so late I thought it best to try and get them into the back yard and decide the next day what we should do.

I turns out our boxer friend in the garage was in heat, and her skittish black lab friend was hoping to be her suitor.  I went and bought them collars & leashes.  Hubs took them in to SNAP Houston to be scanned for microchips, vaccinated, and tested.  The boxer, Dancer, had fleas, but other than that was in good shape.  The lab, who we were calling Dasher and is now known as Shakespeare, came back positive for heart worms.

We decided that day that we were going to keep the boxer.  The lab bounced from house to house, since we didn't want the two to procreate, as we searched for a home for him.  SIL decided she wanted to adopt him.

People are so sweet and talk about how lucky the two dogs were that they found us.  But as ridiculously cheesy as it is, we are the lucky ones.  We love our Dancer Prancer Boxer Brown, who constantly makes us laugh and brings smiles to our faces.  And we know Master Shakespeare does the same for SIL.  A year and half later, and we can't image life without her.

And on a personal note: Please don't buy dogs from breeders.  There are so many dogs out there that need homes.  If you are looking for a specific breed, size, disposition ... most shelters will work with you over time to place you with the perfect dog.

Also, please spay or neuter your pet(s).