Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, but Take a Picture!

I inherited this big galoot of a Boxer from my son Dylan. Dyls adopted Diesel from Mooney's Boxer Rescue. When Dylan moved away to rent a house with some friends, he couldn't take his dog.  


What's a mom to do? I had fallen in love with the big guy. Here are some of my favorite pictures of Diesel. Just like a baby, he always looked so precious when he was sleeping. I couldn't resist taking his picture!

Diesel never knew he wasn't a lap dog. Everyone indulged him, sharing their chairs and beds and floor space with him; he was very spoiled. He slept around...if anyone fell asleep, he just snuggled into position, and slept with them. When he was awake, he was an enthusiastic companion, wriggling from the tip of his nose to the stump of his tail. He endured the indignities of dress-up sessions, much to the delight of the kids. We have so many pictures of him in hoodies, tank tops, and sunglasses. He was such a great dog.  

After going to the veterinarian for breaking the same leg twice, our doctor recommended removing the leg, as it would never fully function, and would just slow him down. THAT was a terrible decision to have to make, but as soon as the anesthetic wore off, he leaped off of the porch, and never seemed to give it a second thought.

Actually, he forgot he only had three legs. When his ear itched, he would cock his head to one side, and laboriously move his stump up and down, as if it could scratch his ear at that distance! We always obliged him, and rubbed his ears for him when we noticed his predicament.

Here's our sweet dog, and some of his favorite ways to sleep. Miss you, Diesel!