Today’s Run:  Rest Day

Paxton is my dog.  He goes by many monikers. Paxton, Paxton the Destroyer,  Mr. Enthusiasm and Bozo.  The funny thing is, he answers to all of the above.  The one that fits him best is “Bozo”.

Paxton is three years old (this past March 6).  He is a Boxer~and is quite large for his breed.  Both in height and in girth.  Presently, he is on a doggie diet and is being tested for doggie diabetes/thyroid problems. He is a big boy.  Most of the time we like him, too!

Three years ago when we got Paxton, I got sick.  I went toxic on one of my medications.  I forgot how to eat.  The only thing I could do was drink through a straw (funny, that).  So, it fell to my husband to take care of the puppy.

How Paxton got his name, Bozo…

My husband is not a pet person and was overly enthusiastic about house training a puppy and worrying about me but being the awesome guy that he is, bailed me out with the dog.  When I was getting better, Paxton was in his crate.  I could not remember if we had one, two or three dogs.  I was seeing three dogs in the crate but could only remember having one! Then my husband said something along the lines of “Bozo, knock it off!”.

“Ah!”  We have one dog and his name is Bozo!  Somehow that seemed fitting.  So, I started calling the dog Bozo because I thought that was his name.  It was probably a couple of weeks before I learned the dog’s name was Paxton.  By then, “Bozo” had stuck.

Paxton has a name tag now.  It has my name, address, phone number, etc. and where the his name goes it reads:  Paxton/Bozo.  Poor dog.