Willie
and Daisy, and Henry Makes Three
Henry
(rear
left), Willie (rear right) and Daisy (front)
After many years of living in a unit, we decided to get a dog. Of course,
a dog is not a home without a house (you know what I mean).
And, if you are anything like my husband Tony, there is no such thing as
'dogs' - ONLY BOXERS!! We
immediately started the search for a house in the burbs
with sufficient space and shelter for a boisterous canine.
We adopted Willie and Daisy, both brindles, on
23
April 1999
from Boxer Rescue. We had heard
about this wonderful organisation for orphaned Boxers from a work friend and
decided to contact them. We
travelled to Greenbank where we met Val and Merv
Rogers for the first time. We
had intended to adopt a single homeless boxer - but Willie and Daisy came as a
two-for-one deal. They had been
together forever and could not be separated - who would want to?? Willie
was eight years and Daisy five years old. Daisy
was absolutely beautiful, bounding out of the kennel like a champion and
covering us with kisses and paw-prints. Trailing
behind her was the most adorable old man with the grumpiest face and roundest
belly. He almost looked guilty for
being the reason they were still there, waiting for someone to take them home.
He had real 'fly in the ointment' face. Willie
is not the perfect specimen of a boxer physically, but has the typical Boxer
personality - heaps of character and zest for fun and life.
It was love at first sight! Our
'instant' family went back to our new house and home.
After four years, we are still one big happy family.
Willie (now 12) and Daisy (9) have filled our home with love and joy.
We repay them with unconditional love and FOOD. They especially
appreciate cooked dinners (or burgers), long walks in the park, weekend drives
and evenings inside watching telly. Willie
enjoys 'Surprise Chef' (he REALLY loves food!!).
I could write a book about the hilarious adventures and experiences that
we have shared with them. Boxers
really are the clowns of the dog world. The
other night I had just finished painting my toenails when Willie came into the
lounge room, sniffing inquisitively. He
spun round and plonked himself on my feet - the joke was on him when he waddled
off with 'ballet pink' polish on his furry behind and left me sitting in
amazement at my new brindle toenails!
Recently, we adopted a friend for Willie and Daisy (from Boxer Rescue of
course!). He is a 2 year old, red
male who could not remember his name. We
agreed on ‘Henry’ (he seems happy with that).
He is fitting into our family perfectly - boxing the brindles on a
regular basis. Our dogs are very
special and forever appreciative that someone cared enough to rescue them.
Tony is right - there is no such thing as 'dogs' - ONLY BOXERS!!!
Sam
Barclay
Willie in his Porsche (not supplied by Boxer Rescue )
SAD NEWS
22nd April 2003
Daisy went to the Bridge today. Our hearts go
out to Samantha and Tony and Willie and Henry who are missing her
terribly. Daisy (along with Willie) will always be one of the special ones
of our Rescue and we know she spent the last four years being spoiled and
loved more than most. Now she is pain free and running wild ( not to
mention running amok) at the Rainbow Bridge. We will miss you Daisy.
1st August 2003
Not a good year for the Barclay family so far… It is with
great regret and sorrow that I must tell you of Willie’s
passing. Willie suffered a stroke on Wednesday from which he did not
recover – despite the best veterinary care. I guess it was his time and Heaven
needed their Angel back………
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