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McCain & Marley

The Hess Rowdy Boxers Boys

About Me


Puppies #3 and & #4 ~ born August 12th 2001 ~ our mommy and daddy first came to meet us when we were only 6 weeks old. Out of our litter of 10 they just could not choose between the 2 of us ~ so they painted both our toenails and came back to pick us up 2 weeks later and brought us home to our new family. Overall our family we have grown up living with is mom and dad, 2 sisters, 2 brothers, an uncle (Marley pees on) and his boy.
Mom calls me Tater, but my name is Casino McCain and I am a daddy's boy all the way. He loves me and does not yell at me when I beg for food ~ I am ALWAYS hungry even though I am a fat hobbit weighing in at 80+lbs and I get half the food as my brother! I can catch snacks almost before they leave your fingers. Such a big dumb oaf though, its hard for mommy and my brother to get made when I steal food right from their hands ~ if daddy would stop putting me on a diet I would not be so desperate and starving all the time. My younger brother Marley lives at our old home with our sister Cole and her baby, our cousin, a little silky terrier named Kahlua. Now I get to be a calm, pampered only dog. Most days I go to work with my daddy in the Tahoe and get to take lots and lots of walks with dad and friends who think I am cool. I love my family, but mostly my daddy and the pizza guy.
My name is Rasta Marley and I am 72 pounds of hell on paws, wicked smart with anxiety disorders that have my folks at a loss. Been jumping the 6ft fences since I was a wee pup. Shock wire on the top only makes me think first and jump higher. I can chew threw chain link kennels, sheetrock and doors. When replaced by plywood, solid doors and full on zoo quality gorilla cage...well I learn to turn knobs and open doors inward. My newest trick is to open the ‘guaranted escape proof’ gorrilla cage and jump up to whack the garage door opener ~ FREEDOM! Yes, I am evil but my folks love me to death because I am so cuddly, full of personality and I love them back with all my heart. I love all my people, ~ I love truck rides and tennis balls, but mostly my people. My mom, dad, youngest human brother and McCain moved out recently to a bigger house with a tiny yard, but not too far way so that Cainers comes home to visit me every so often. I am still happy, love staying in my house, plus now I get to see my older sissy Cole again ~ and tolerate her baby, my cousin, the every so strange and hyper Khalua. Officially I have a new dad, he’s my old boy Dillon who has lived with us on and off for a few years. Unlike my old mom and dad, he lets me sleep in bed with him all night long, boys are great!

My Interests



Chasing birds and squirrels
Cornering our kitty Leo and slobbering all over him until he gives up and stops moving
Playing with our friends
Catching treats
Going for bye byes in daddy's truck
Saying hi to the mail lady who has treats or jumping over the fence for scratches from the UPS guy
Destroying anything of mommy's
Sleeping, lots of sleeping, preferably snuggled up in bed with or on the lap of any of our less hairy family members

I'd like to meet:

We love our girlfriend Yale, she is a pitbull that lives across the street next to our Rotty friend Angus. Before daddy built the front fence we used to get to play with Cody the black doggy up the street, he still comes down to visit once in a while and our folks let him in the yard to play for a bit. We are the ONLY dogs in our neighborhood that have this horrible fence obstacle so we can't just go play like the rest of them.

If you are a Chow, STAY AWAY, we don't like you at all, we don't know why, we just know we hate you.

We don't really like German Shepard’s either but that is because there used to be a really mean one down the street. He was a 'real man', with sharp teeth and a bad attitude, he tore us both up pretty bad when we only had an invisible fence thing ~ so daddy built more fences to protect us from mean doggies like him ~ we sound oh so tough, but we really have nothing to back it up with, except our massive weight ~ wish that stupid neighbor lady understood that but she keeps on complaining about us viscous pitbulls being a danger

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My Blog

Dog Diary vs Cat Diary

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:   8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! 9:30 a.m. Wow! A car ride! This is a blast! 9:40 a.m. Got to go to the park! Rolled in some really nasty stuff,...
Posted by McCain & Marley on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 10:16:00 PST