I got a phone call on Sunday afternoon about these two boxers, one brindle and one fawn, roaming around in the neighborhood behind ours. I quickly checked to see if my girls were inside, which they were, and told the girl on the phone that they weren't my dogs. A few hours later our door bell rang. It was a man from down the street with two boxers in tow. Both were male and obviously less than a year old. He thought they were ours as well. By this time it was starting to get dark, so Derek and I decided to take them in for the night and try to find the owners in the morning.
We brought them to the back yard and then let our girls out. All four of the dogs were playing together. Ellie did have to put them in their place a few times. She is the boss you know. Of course I had to give them names... Rocky and Bruno.
After I got home from school the next day, I phoned the vet here in town and got the number for the owners. These two little boys were back with their family by 5p.m. Their real names were Walker and Saint.
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