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My wife caved to the kids' "can we get a dog, we'll take care of him," a couple years ago and got a boxer. A year later she and my younder daughter came home with a dachsund at a puppy mill (which after a few thousand dollars in vet fees we found out was almost blind and has some kind of neurological condition, so we got to keep him but got the money paid for him back, so I guess he's a rescue dog. The option was to give him back and they'd put him down). They get along great although one is full of energy and the other seems content with a brisk walk across a room. The novelty of having dogs seems to have worn off the kids some, so being the one less enthusiastic about getting a dog in the first case is primary care giver for them. The boxer has a great personality and intelligence, great with people, especially around kids and I think senses I'm recovering from colon cancer and I feel like at times he's, in his own way, caring for me more than I for him. He's definitely a good listener and hands down a staring contest champion. The little one thinks he's a big guard dog, but mostly mimics what the boxer does, eats, steals socks and hoards them in his crate and frequently just sits and stares at nothing. This Mutt and Jeff combination is definitely a big part of the family and my right hand men.
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