Kaiser the wiser

Sorry I haven't been on for a while. As you already know, my dog, Lily, died. Well after that, my house got very empty and lonely. Kiska, my other dog, loved all the attention. Sadly, there was no dog in the house bouncing around craving for love. There was no dog constantly getting into the trash (this is something that you grow in to). There was no dog to snuggle with anymore.

A few later, we just couldn't stand it anymore. After horse back riding lessons, my mom, my dad, and I went to the Humane Society. We adopted a one and a half year old crazy pure-bred boxer named Sir Mongo. He is the closest thing we have to lily. (Except he is not deaf and is VERY curious about... just about anything!) So we bring him home. At first we drop the 'sir' and just stick with Mongo. Mom reads the history books and finds out that boxers were rooted to Germany. We pick out the name 'Kaiser'. I sometimes feel that his last name should be Kaiser Bud Weiser because he sometimes acts like he is half drunk. He can also be smart sometimes. I call him Kaiser the Wiser. He can be a lily substitute for a while.THIS IS HIM!!!