I was born brown. My ears are brown, my tail is brown and so are my legs. The great doggy god up in the sky blessed my brown body with lovely white flashes. These flashes are beautiful. I lick them clean like a cat, and when I can't reach the muddy bits, Mummy washes me. She says my white bits are the best. And I would have to agree.

In the dark winter nights, my white flashes flicker in the shadows so my Mummy does not lose sight of me. If the chilly night air swallowed me up into it's creepy depths, I would be all alone. Anybody who has had the privaledge to meet a Boxer puppy will know how being alone makes us cry and hope for loving warm cuddles from human hands. If God took away my white hair, I would lose my senses. So why do humans fear such a lovely gift? To humans, white hair is a sign of being past ithttp://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33045464&postID=116487749855972349....but to me it is a sign of love and affection. It helps my Mummy find her way to me. It makes me feel at home.

Hello Peeps!

My name is Samson. I am a naughty Boxer Doggy who plays all day, licks my owner to death, eats, pees and plays a bit more before sleeping like a little lamb. I love my Mummy Juliet. She spoils my Waggy Little Stump. What would I do without her? At the end of a long day of foolery and frolicking, we like to sleep like little babies.....zzzzzzzzzzzzz