“She chose me — not the other way around.”
In college, me and my friends had a Boxer named Cleo. Never forgot that dog. When my kids were 13 and 14, I said I wanted a Boxer again. We had our eye on one of Cookie's sisters. Then Cookie climbed into my lap and that was that. End of conversation.
She never leaves my side. Great deal partner. Always up for a Frisbee, a run, a wrestle, whatever it is. And eating. She is always up for eating.
“One speed, fully unbothered by everything life throws at her.”
Max was my dog growing up. First dog, the one you never stop measuring every other dog against.
Nola is my dog now, a Boston Terrier, one speed, fully unbothered by everything life throws at her. There is something instructive about that.
“Our loyal Bullmastiff who never leaves our side.”
Rubydog came first, our giant female Bullmastiff, who set the bar for how much love one dog could give. Then came Bella, our wild adopted mutt who kept it crazy.
More recently, it's Hooper and Roxy. We lost our beloved Hooper in 2025. He'll never be replaced and is dearly missed. It's just Roxy now, our loyal Bullmastiff who never leaves our side.