The Half-Breed

They call me a BOXER,
But I'm a Half-Breed.
Part BOXER of course,
and part people indeed.
Anyone who owns me knows it's true.
We're so close to being people,
we're like part of you.
"He's one of the family,"
you've heard people say.
"Don't know how we'll manage when he passes away."
But they'll get another BOXER,
a pure bred at first.
Not the most well-behaved puppy,
but far from the worst.
Then the change will take place,
the same as before.
They'll end up with the same human
HALF-BREED once more

--Author Unknown



A Boxers Tale

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



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