Sonny is a three-year old female black Boxer with some flashing, a bobbed tail and unclipped ears. Without the white flashing she has the coloring of a Rottweiler, but the build and temperament of a true boxer. This blog hopes to share my attempts (and those of my husband) at first-time dog ownership. Needless to say, it's been mostly seat of the pants, with some recent tweaking by following the teachings and philosophies of the Dog Whisperer, Cesar Milan.
Sonny's external physique is perfect and the vision of health and loveliness (for a Boxer). But inside, well, her insides are a total train wreck.
Throughout this monologue, I'll also be including some work-place scenarios (read as: comedy, drama and Jerry Springer!). No names, I promise. But you know who you are!
I hope you'll join me in my ongoing quest to discover what is wrong with Sonny, what is wrong with the world, what is wrong with me! Stay tuned. It just might get interesting!
Next up: Treyce, The Killer Dog
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