Weekend in South Carolina

We're visiting our daughter, son-in-law and the two dogs this weekend. Absolute total bedlam. As if three dogs together isn't enough, their cousin  Rylie is visiting, too. Four boxers. Two hundred and thirty pounds of boxer love.Boxer slobber. I've been jumped on, scratched and licked since the first minute we got here. My clothes are filthy from being jumped on outside.

  I love it! Especially right now when the dogs are pooped out and sleeping. Sig on the couch with me. Charley on the ottoman. Rylie and Sonny on the floor.

But where Sonny is mostly an indoor dog, the other three are outdoor dogs. And they've all been outdoors in the kids' large, fenced in back yard. And they're absolutely filthy. Bringing them indoors is a chore, because their face and feet need wiping off. Sixteen paws. Four mouths. All juggling for position to get into the house first. Well, first behind Charley. As alpha dog, YOU come to HIM to wipe him down, because he is NOT giving up his first place in line.

It's so funny to see how different all four boxers are,  It's so much fun to see them interact. Sonny's the smallest and the only female; the other three are un-neutered males. Rylie is hyper-active and paces a lot. He's very friendly and his tail is a rotor engine. It is always wagging double-time.

Charley is the old man and, unless he's outside playing, places himself above the fray of the other dogs. Sig is high energy and the youngest of them all. He's still just trying to figure out what he's supposed to be doing.

And then there's Sonny. She may be small but she's loud. She's quite able to let Sig know when she's had enough! But she LOVES playing with Sig best of all. It used to be Charley, but he would tire out/be bored before she was ready to call it quits. Sig is quite happy to play on, and on, and on and...