As parents society gives us plenty of opportunities to brag about our children and grandchildren. But what about “parents” of pets?

On my near daily walks through the Old Northeast and Beach Drive, I encounter countless dog owners and their four-legged companions. These folks are eager to share their “baby’s” name, tell me its age and readily smile in agreement when I comment on the dog’s cuteness.

So, I’ve decided to create a “brag space” on this blog for pet owners of any species. Here’s your chance to share a story and picture of what makes you proud of your pet. Please post your comments below.

First “brag” contributor: Kathy sharing her story about Baxter.

Let me tell you about dog training at our house. We adopted Baxter, our 9 ½-year-old Doberman when he was four years old. He is our third consecutive adoptee of the breed, the first male, and a sweet guy. Our second female was not the easiest dog, but we adore the breed. They are loyal, intelligent, and fun-loving.

Baxter has kindly taken it upon himself to apply the principles of behavior modification to my husband and myself in order to ensure that certain matters of household routine conform to his standards. He employs the following techniques: 1) the whine 2) the constant annoying pacing in front of us 3) the glare [are you getting this, people!] and 4) the nose nudge.

He gets three meals a day as smaller meals are better for deep-chested dogs to avoid bloat. We started out at 8 a.m.; 12 Noon; and 5 p.m. Baxter now eats at 6 a.m.; 10 a.m.; and 3 p.m. with kibble snacks in the evening and before bed. All his choice. The latest is his evening bed location. We moved our sofa and chairs, which means that when we sit in the evening his bed is a few feet behind the sofa and out of our sight-line. Not acceptable to Baxter. The first evening he elected to lie on the rug, followed by standing and alternately staring at my husband then me, and finally pacing between us followed by rubbing his head on us until “Mom” understood. Now each evening all it takes is the stare and we oblige by moving his bed over and then moving it back near “his” radiator for the night.

Another training job well-done, Baxter. Is he spoiled? Sure, but we love him. He is happy, gentle, playful, and the last dog we will have in our lives. He deserves the best, as they all do.