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Flashback Friday


Today, Magic, the family boxer, is the theme of the day.  She has been showcased before but I came across some more pictures.  



A few weeks ago I posted a picture of me in full hippiedom sitting in the kitchen in my shorts sipping on some strange red concoction.  Today we see the kitchen more clearly with the psychedelic colors and wild patterns of the day.  This room, the winter hub, received about three makeovers I think while I was growing up there.  Rooms were re-done every so often, I think more than they are now, however.  I have nothing to base that on but plain conjecture.  

Here Magic has slipped into the kitchen attempting to find a treat on the table, and she may have been successful.  Looking at this picture I can honestly say I never saw this room in such a state of messiness.  There is something over by the garbage can that fell out and I Magic's water and food tray  





This is the Wombie throwing a blanket over Magic.  She loved this activity:  put your hand down at her mouth like Mark is doing and she would pretend bite and gnaw.



Here is Marj and one of us boys helping her give Magic a bath.  She is brand new as she has just received her ear cropping.  You can see them bandaged.  I don't intend to get into a discussion regarding cropping and cruelty to animals.  All dogs should have had the pleasurable life Magic had.  There are two schools of thought and if interested you can do your research and decide for yourself.  For us, boxers had a particular look and style and we conformed to those standards.  



This in no way wraps up any Magic pics in the future.  She was a source of endless joy for the family and we'll continue to scour the vault to find more.  She was a great dog and at a particular time in her life provided Marj with a great deal of happiness and companionship.  You can't ask for more from a dog.

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