The BoxerCorn

This monster's name is Buster. He is my baby. This silly clown of a dog helps so much with my stress. He is so goofy and whenever my health is acting up he will just calmly sit with me. When I am sad he tends to punch me in the face. If you didn't know Boxers do box. I know a shocking discovery. Buster is a rescue dog. He was skin and bones when we brought him home and had most likely been abused by previous owners. At the time he didn't have much of a personality. He was so tired that he couldn't do much of anything. Then a few months of love and care later his personality didn't just shine it burst out in all of its destructive glory. What sparked this sudden change? A piece of bread I was eating. He wanted it so bad that he started arguing with me and he never stopped. He is my one of a kind BoxerCorn and yes he does actually like his costumes. His face just always looks sad. Thanks for reading! Bye!