Maverick the Boxer

In a small town in which i work there is a little storefront in which sits a register and straight before that is a sleeping boxer named Maverick. He is a bit scarred and has a swollen paw. He has been both run over by a car and attacked by an itty bitty barker. He’s seen some ****. And through it all he has remained a gentle giant. He is a very mellow guy that just sits beneath the register all day waiting for someone to come in and shower him with pets and cuddles. If you like, his owner will produce a leash and you can walk him. Only in a small town. I can’t wait for Wednesday. I’m going back to get my healthy dose of doggy kisses, to say hi to a good boy and give some well-deserved belly scratches while a new friend holds my arm with his paw.