Being a boxer in the Douglas home is a never-ending task of looking cute, sleeping 18 hours a day, looking for the pawfect time to take Dad’s spot, and most importantly protecting the house from all “Bad Guys” both real an imaginary. An even more arduous task is trying to keep a big ol’ boxer head up telling the world that you’re not tired while being completely worn out.  Not even a plate full of his favorite snacks (anything Dad is eating at the time) was enough to turn the battle in his favor. How long do you think he lasted? Did he win the battle against sleep? Did he get a bite of whatever Dad was eating? Check back in next week and find out!