While parts of this story have been embellished to make it more engaging than the somewhat mundane reality of my life, I assure you the most important elements are true. Kingston was a real boxer dog who unknowingly became a part of my family in 2018.

I don't know his entire life story, so I've had to fill in some gaps. What I do know is that Kingston and his brother Steve, both all-white boxers, bounced around between a few homes before Kingston finally found his way to me. When he first arrived, I was a little wary of him. I wrongly assumed that a boxer like him might have an aggressive side, but he quickly proved me wrong. Kingston was gentle, loyal, and full of love.

Sarah, has his brother Steve, who is still alive and thriving to this day. And as for Kylo, yes, he's very real too. Like Kingston, Kylo is full of personality. He loves long naps, cuddles, and being goofy with his brother Ivan, a chocolate Lab who keeps our household lively.

Kevin, Sarah's Pomeranian, was still is the smallest and most adorable dog ever, a tiny fluffball who somehow commanded respect from every creature he meets. Despite his size, he loves to show off, prancing around with the confidence of a king and the charm of a performer.

This story is a tribute to Kingston, the dog who changed my life. I hope it brings you as much joy to read as it brought me to write.