"That’s Barnaby," Martha said. "He’s been waiting for someone to notice he’s the boss."
The breeder, a kind woman named Martha, led him to a wooden pen. Inside was a whirlwind of tan fur and stubby tails. "They’re a handful," she warned with a smile. "Boxers don't just walk; they bounce." buy a baby boxer dog
The paperwork was signed in a blur of excitement. Leo left with a bag of puppy food, a leash that was currently three sizes too big, and a new best friend sleeping soundly in a crate in the backseat. "That’s Barnaby," Martha said