Well Mom and Dad finally had children, 2 at the same time to be exact. I remember the day he brought them home.
"Brix, welcome your 2 new sisters."
"What? Two new who?"
"Your twin sisters Brix. You will take care of them and protect them."
"Don't act stupid with me. You know your role."
I wasn't acting stupid with Dad. One day I didn't have sisters and then the next I have sisters? It was all too confusing but I adapted. I sniffed them to make sense of it all. They sure smelled like the blanket Dad brought home from the hospital earlier. They were tiny 2 legged creatures that cried and cried and cried. Surprisingly I haven't gone crazy yet. I know Mom and Dad have.
Overtime I didn't see the big hype about them. I would walk past them like they never existed. I don't even lick their faces. I just mind my own business. If that's the definition of a boxer good with children, then I'm the best. Right now the two kids are small and can't walk, and they also can't pull my ears. Ask me again a couple months and maybe they're going to annoy the heck out of me.
The only thing I notice, is Mom and Dad give way too much attention to those two brats. Each of them holding one baby and no one holding me. I don't get jealous, it's not in my nature but I would like some me time too. Maybe a walk wouldn't hurt eh Dad? My parents have their hands full and I get the short end of the stick most of the times now. But I'm still a loyal dog.
Here are some pics of me, being a good boxer dog and big brother to the kids.
|Good boxer dog ignoring crying baby|
|Boxer dogs are great with kids! Especially twins!|