--Author Unknown
When I arrived at this house just
two years ago,
Not a frightened pup was I ready
for friend and foe,
I announced "my name is Bhuna and
a Boxer I'm here to stay,
But let me warn you mum and dad,
I'm going to get my way."
To stop my cries in the night they
let me in their bed,
As a tiny pup I comfortably squeezed
in between their heads,
But a handsome Boxer I am today
and as big as I can be,
That decision to let me sleep with
them is regretted ruefully.
My daily chore is walking Dad, I
do it every day,
A harness and a lead attached so
he doesn't lose his way.
His confidence grows as we hit
the fields, he no longer needs his stead,
I've lots of running I need to
do so he lets me off my lead.
If I met my doggy mother now I'm
sure it would be plain to see,
The loyal proud upstanding Boxer
I've turned out to be.
I remember her last words spoken
as we left the breeders run,
"The golden rule given to us in
life is you must make everything fun!
You've got the pleasure of being
a boxer dear, so in everything you do,
Live every day like it were your
last and to the Boxer pride be true,
When you're old and slowing down
think back to this day
You'll have done your best if you
know you got there doing it your way"
I'm the type to stick to my word
can't let her down you see,
That's why to my mother fair and
true I listened carefully,
The golden rule of Boxers must
be followed day by day,
As I warned them when I arrived,
I always get my way!
Claire Lowton