Dogs (Two Different Ones)

Okay, for all you loyal blog followers (just me, I think), I'm getting married in October (assuming I reserve the church--which my fiancée constantly reminds me). As such, I'm inheriting two dogs--boxers, at that.

For most of my life, I've wanted a dog. When I was little, I was scared of most of them, but in the last several years, I've gotten over it, no matter how much barking or growling was involved. Some dogs are truly homely, but nearly everyone can win you over with the eyes. Holy mother, it's weird. Cats do the exact opposite. With cats, they look like they're content with or without you and they're just there. Kind of like most of the dates I went on before I met Heather. Dogs, though, are attention freaks. A dog without attention is a fish out of water.

Anyway, the dogs I'm getting (well, I kind of have them already) are lemons. Really. There's Sawyer, who's a 3 year-old boxer mix, who's got the prettiest coat known to dogdom. Not to mention the prettiest, most picturesque eyes. She also knows how to listen, for the most part. Then there's Stevie, who's pretty much the bitch of the two. She's almost two, is quite the baby, runt of the litter, and pretty much obeys whenever you don't care if she does or not. The times when you really wish she'd obey, she ignores you.

They used to have a problem with using the bathroom in the house when we'd leave them alone in the old apartment, but we haven't really left them alone outside the crate long enough to find out. I guess if they resort to doing anything, they nose through/pull out the garbage or destroy something. Aside from that, it's sort of annoying to take them out for a potty break every few hours, but I guess it could be worse. Not sure if I can handle this everyday, though. Might be better if we got a house with a dog door and a backyard. But a backyard would mean mowing. Geez.