On March 24, 2012, I became a parent. No, no, I didn’t secretly give birth to a baby. I adopted a boxer baby. An adorable, high-energy, outrageously goofy, quirky, lovable boxer baby named Major Payne. And he wants to say hello!
Don’t mind his crazy ear. It takes a lot of effort to systematically disassemble every toy that we give him, and he’s hard at work on a tennis ball right now.
I love the look he gets on his face when he’s really focused.
Nom, nom, nom. Yummy tennis ball.
LOOK AT THAT ADORABLE FACE! Can you see why I’m in love?
Don’t tell the tennis ball, but Major’s favorite toy is actually his rope. I think this is the third or fourth rope we’ve given him since we adopted him in March, but for some reason he’s happy to let this one live in one piece… for now.
He has the cutest wrinkles on his forehead!
I call him my baby, but this dog is 100% boxer and he can be FIERCE when he wants to be!
And then he goes back to being his silly self. I love this crazy boy!