About a year ago we had to put our dog, Sarge, down. Out of seemingly nowhere his health deteriorated quite rapidly and we found out he had cancer and was in really bad shape. This all happened in about a week and left the whole family in great shock and sorrow. He was quite a dog.
He left behind his pal, Lady (our younger female boxer). She went from a spastic nutball to a quiet pup. After a couple months she got back to regular eating, etc. but has not been the same dog. You could say the same thing about most of the family. The loss of Sarge was really hard on all.
Fast-forward to last week. I can't tell you why because I had no interest in acquiring another dog but I found myself searching out info on any possible boxer rescue operations. First local thing that popped up was about 30 minutes away and they were trying to place a couple dogs. Well, by now you've probably figured out where this is headed (actually the thread title probably gave it away).
Let me introduce to you, Major, a ten month old boxer stray who now resides in our home. I can't believe someone would cast this guy out. He is so smart, friendly and not a bad habit in him. How many strays come house-broken? He is really under-weight as life on the street will do that to a guy but he eats well and we should be able to remedy that in time. He fit right in from the start and Lady couldn't be happier. Nor could we. I'm sure Sarge would approve (although he might question the new pups rank!).
So what do you notice out of place in this pic? Aside from the fact he apparently pee'd on my grill at some point!
He left behind his pal, Lady (our younger female boxer). She went from a spastic nutball to a quiet pup. After a couple months she got back to regular eating, etc. but has not been the same dog. You could say the same thing about most of the family. The loss of Sarge was really hard on all.
Fast-forward to last week. I can't tell you why because I had no interest in acquiring another dog but I found myself searching out info on any possible boxer rescue operations. First local thing that popped up was about 30 minutes away and they were trying to place a couple dogs. Well, by now you've probably figured out where this is headed (actually the thread title probably gave it away).
Let me introduce to you, Major, a ten month old boxer stray who now resides in our home. I can't believe someone would cast this guy out. He is so smart, friendly and not a bad habit in him. How many strays come house-broken? He is really under-weight as life on the street will do that to a guy but he eats well and we should be able to remedy that in time. He fit right in from the start and Lady couldn't be happier. Nor could we. I'm sure Sarge would approve (although he might question the new pups rank!).
So what do you notice out of place in this pic? Aside from the fact he apparently pee'd on my grill at some point!
