Hello everyone we're Jim and Maureen. We 've had boxers for about 15 years. We have two girls now Demi (fawn) who is 8 and Sandy (brindle) who is 6. Both girls are small at 45 lbs.
Demi had a toe amputated last week due to a precancerous lump. The pathologist says everthing appears to be ok and that the mast cells were very immature and not well developed. Therefore not yet cancerous. We had her splint taken off yesterday, so she's just hobbling around being a real suck and wanting lots of attention. Right now she's walking around with her cone on attempting to have me take it off. She keeps pushing me on the leg with it. Maureen's little girl.
Sandy we rescued at 5 weeks of age. She was from a litter on a non-breeding contact. When she arrived she was very sick and the vets never expected that she would live. We did everything that we could for her and I don't think she ever left my chest for 2 weeks. Eventually she thrived became the alpha boxer over an 80 pound male brindle named Bronson (we lost him in 1998). She absolutely epitomizes what boxers are all about. She's full of love and play. Her toys are everwhere, bathroom, basement. living room, kitchen etc. This little one is my baby.
After all these years of owning boxers I can say only one thing. They're incredible.
Hello everyone.
Jim
Demi had a toe amputated last week due to a precancerous lump. The pathologist says everthing appears to be ok and that the mast cells were very immature and not well developed. Therefore not yet cancerous. We had her splint taken off yesterday, so she's just hobbling around being a real suck and wanting lots of attention. Right now she's walking around with her cone on attempting to have me take it off. She keeps pushing me on the leg with it. Maureen's little girl.
Sandy we rescued at 5 weeks of age. She was from a litter on a non-breeding contact. When she arrived she was very sick and the vets never expected that she would live. We did everything that we could for her and I don't think she ever left my chest for 2 weeks. Eventually she thrived became the alpha boxer over an 80 pound male brindle named Bronson (we lost him in 1998). She absolutely epitomizes what boxers are all about. She's full of love and play. Her toys are everwhere, bathroom, basement. living room, kitchen etc. This little one is my baby.
After all these years of owning boxers I can say only one thing. They're incredible.
Hello everyone.
Jim
