Meet Lilly....

Lilly is a bad, bad Boxer. She has been bad for 10 years, ever since the day we took Rachel, on her 9th birthday, to pick out a puppy of her own. I keep waiting for her to calm down, but at 10, (which is OLD for this breed) she is still naughty and full of beans. Her muzzle is silver now, not the black velvet thing it once was, but her eyes are still sparking with mischief. She is a trash thief, puppy biter, barker at all things that move, wiggling, striped wonder. I complain about her incessantly, but when she is gone, I will miss her terribly. She has been a Rachel's confidant and alter ego for much of her life. She is the dominant bitch in our dog pack, getting the first and best of everything, and ruling the others with a firm paw. Lilly is, a really good bad dog.