Tucker
Our first Boxer was Tucker. I probably have not mentioned him here. The memories are extraordinarily painful. Tucker came to us as a tiny baby. He was too young to be away from his mother but it was us or worse. He was sweet and cuddly and a maniac. He introduced us to the Boxer breed,, and I was SOLD. Hook line and sinker, I knew that this was the breed for me. At the time we had the first dog Marc and I ever had together, a German Shepherd named B'Elanna. She hated Tucker from the moment she met him. He would cuddle up next to her and she would get up and move. He'd follow her and again cuddle up next to her until she gave in and let him sleep next to her. It didn't take long before they were besties. His favorite thing in the world was to be chased. He'd pester B'Elanna continuously until she'd chase him all over the yard. When Tucker was about a year old, a cat showed up after a huge thunderstorm at our si...