On Saturday the 14th, we loaded up all of us and both the dogs and trundled out to Hazelia Field Dog Park for what I like to call PNW Boxer-Palooza, better known as a boxer meet-up. A bunch of InstaBoxers (boxers with their own Instagram accounts LOL!) and their humans come together to play and hang out. I've been to a couple of these before but this one was by far the biggest. 22 boxers in total! That's 44 flopping ears and 44 flapping jowls! Well, 42 flopping ears actually since one of them had his ears cropped as a puppy before he was rescued. Still!
Frank had a blast. So did Mara, actually. There's this one boxer who has only 3 legs and her name is Luna. Mara has taken a liking to her via Instagram and often asks to see her photos and videos. Imagine my surprise to learn that "Legless Luna" was not only from the Pacific Northwest but lived only a matter of miles from us! Mara ran around with Luna for a good portion of the time we were there and when we took a group photo (not easy with that many boxers) Mara stood with Luna and her owners rather than with us.
Frank did really well. He showed dominance a few times but overall he was a good boy. Abby was there too and ran around stealing tennis balls and just being generally cute. At one point, Frank was starting to get a little growly with another boxer named Sully who was quite a bit smaller than him, and Corky and Sully's owner had to intervene. In the process of doing so, Sully's owner dropped his Chuck-It on the ground and Abby promptly absconded with it and took off across the park. When the guy realized what had happened, he started to walk after Abby, letting go of Sully to do so. Sully launched himself toward Frank, playfully snarling. Frank had had about enough and half-turned, stood up on his back legs, caught Sully in mid-air and slammed him down in the mud. He pinned him there and loomed over him, growling but not showing any signs of trying to bite or anything. He simply didn't want to take shit from anyone. Sully's owner exclaimed, "Oh God!" and forgot his Chuck-It in favor of rescuing Sully, who was flailing around in the mud under Frank. We decided to leave at that point.
We were all muddy head to toe except for Orion who stayed pretty clean in the baby carrier. Definitely a fun time!
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