Thursday – A little Personal

April 2, 2015April 1, 2015 ~ John W. Howell ~ 30 Comments

Today a little personal leads me to a wonderful place Austin Boxer Rescue

My wife is a volunteer, and there are times when we need to keep a Boxer temporarily. I would like you to meet Winston, he stayed with us until my wife took him to San Antonio yesterday to join Austin Boxer Rescue, the rescue organization for adoption. He was at the Corpus Christi animal shelter after found abandoned in an apartment with his sister. The shelter estimates he and his sister were in the apartment for thirty days with minimal food and water. He is a sweet happy boy, I hope he gets a home quickly.

The poor guy came without a collar so he has to wear one of Lucy’s. (our rescue Boxer) I guess pink goes with brindle okay. He is hunting something in our backyard by the cardboard palm. (could be a ferocious weed)

Here is Winston trying to decide which toy to choose. (I would go for the horseshoe Winston) As a side note, the water skis and floats in the background spooked him since he has never been near them before. He got used to them as well as walking on the beach with the rest of the crew.

He thinks he hears something like the sound of kibble falling from the measure into his bowl a hundred feet away.

Here is his usual place which is not uncommon for most Boxers. They love a good couch.

It is sometimes troubling to witness abject cruelty and I suppose my wife and I see more than most. I hope everyone with a conscience would take a stand and have zero tolerance for the ignorant belief that animals are somehow inferior to humans and don’t deserve love and care. Thanks for the visit.

Thursday – A little Personal

February 19, 2015September 20, 2021 ~ John W. Howell ~ 28 Comments

Thursday – a little personal is the times for me to give open the door a little on my life other than that of a writer. Last week I did a feature on Frankie Blue Eyes my number one fan. Of course, the minute I did, I had a virtual revolution by the other three fur children in the house. (My non-fur children could care less about giving recognition to Frankie) So in all fairness I was forced to give some space to them as well.

The first one who protested the loudest was Stella. She is Frankie’s sister, and we found her with Frankie and three other siblings in a wild part of San Antonio. She and Frankie were about two weeks old when my wife captured the feral mother, got her spayed and released. We kept the kittens and bottle fed them until they were ready to eat solid food. At eight weeks, we found them good homes. (Except for Frankie and Stella. They were forced to live with us). This picture of Stella is typical in that she is trying to avoid the camera.

The next one is Lucy. She is our rescue Boxer. She was living on the streets of San Antonio and after being hit by a car brought to a shelter. My wife is a rescue volunteer, and Lucy knew a soft touch kind person when she saw one. At an adoption event, she came up to my wife and asked to be taken home. She is living the high life ever since. This picture is a pose that has the name of “Lucy Cold Stone.” I did ask her to smile but was told to take the photo as it is.(by Lucy)

The final of the quartet is Bailey. She is a brindle Boxer and keeps Lucy constantly worn out. She is full of energy and keeps all on our toes. In case you wonder about her regal pose her nicknames are Princess and Brat-zilla. I’ll let you figure out how she got those nicknames.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

October 4, 2014June 26, 2024 ~ John W. Howell ~ 11 Comments

This is Stream of Conscious Saturday and this week’s prompt is FIND. The prompt can be used in any way and included in the post or headline. Go here to read more: http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-414/ My interpretation of FIND is as follows and is titled Found.

We were walking on the beach yesterday and came upon an interesting couple from Houston. They were in town for a little rest and relaxation. Like most mornings my wife and I were walking our Boxer Lucy. Lucy loves to go for walks and hopes to run into a number of people since she loves to be adored and admired. Unfortunately for her the beach is really quite deserted this time of year as you can see in the photo. Lucy tends to comfort herself by chasing gulls and plovers, as well as, a stray sand crab or two. She never ever catches anything but still keeps trying.

The couple from Houston were familiar with Boxers and had a number of them. Of course, Lucy was delighted to meet them and showed them all her tricks which number two. They are “sit,” and “give me five.” The subject of age came up since Lucy tends to act like a puppy and where we got her.

The wife of the couple said, “Where did you ever find a white Boxer.”

“Lucy is a rescue,” my wife said. “She was found on the streets of San Antonio.”

“My goodness, she looks so happy.”

“She is happy now. She was rescued by Austin Boxer Rescue and has been with us for three years.”

After a few more comments, we departed company and I was thinking how much I am glad she was found and that she is now with us. Lucy looked at me and I swear her expression was “me too dad.” She then took off after a heron standing in the water. (no she didn’t get near him)