SprocketMom
Boxer Buddy
I lost my first Boxer in February. She was a Fawn named Ginger. My husband is currently serving in the middle east and was gone when this happened. So I helped my chidren (and myself) deal with this terrible loss.
I didnt even want another boxer right away. One day, while sitting at work I looked at the newpaper and there was an ad for a Boxer male who needed a good home and honestly, the ad said nothing 'glittery' or 'super - fantastic'. Yet, I knew I had to call. But I left it at that and I went home without that paper. But the feeling that I should call persisted. I didnt have the paper at my home either, so I went online to look at the classifieds for that ad. I found it! And I called... It was a dog named Sprocket, who had been rescued from the vets office. He was heartworm positive and his owner had him treated, on the last day of his treatment though, she called and asked the vet to have him put to sleep. :-( The girl at the vets office happened to know someone who would rescue this boy. He was rescued within a day of his scheduled 'termination'. Reportedly, he fights with other dogs. He was raised with a gold retreiver and I dont believe either of the dogs were ever spayed/neutered. Well, now that he was an adult, he obviously became possesive and territorial. So there was some conflict between the two animals. Rescue had further problems with this behavior when he got into a fight with a wolf dog and nearly finished her. So he was labeled as a mean animal. That was when he went to the rescue that I got him from.
The lady explained to me that he cannot be LIVING with any other dogs. The first rescue-er also said that he should not be near any children. I spent alot of time talking to the rescue lady and we made visits to her home, me and my children. My daughter is 3 and my son is 5. Sprocket LOVES kids. He never had ANY issues with the kids. He came home with us eventually and the rescue lady was so gracious and so considerate. She wouldnt even consider us fully adopting him until I had him for a while to be sure he was a good fit. He has been here ever since. He not only gets along well with my children, but he protects them. He tells them goodnight with me by getting up in their beds at night and 'kissing' them goodnight. Also, he doesnt jump on them (which is good for a boxer!
). He has the best manners and has NO accidents inside. He waits by the door to go and he is crate trained. Not one problem. The only time I hear him bark is if the door bell rings. He sleeps beside me and he can heel when we walk, he can catch food in his mouth, he wears clothes my daughter (and even me) dress him in. He even has a rain coat and some sunglasses, too. Not bad for a mean and terrible viscious attack dog, huh? He loves accessories. He loves to play with me outide and he also loves to sit and hear a story at night. He is another child and my 3 year old thinks so too. She covers him with ridiculous hats and shirts and blankets, just like a giant baby doll. I tell you what, I have never owned a fier animal. I would never even consider putting my children at risk for anything. But something in me said to go and see this dog. He needed a chance. They all do. He isnt a bad attack animal after all. He simply is not a 'dog person'! He loves cats though. and he loves to look at fish. He takes care of us. I dont know if he knows that I helped save him. But I think he knows he helped save us.
My neighbors love him and this past weekend they began fostering their first boxer from the same rescue lady, Lisa. They now have a little white female boxer who needs a good place to go... but you know, something tells me she wont have to go far. Because they love her already.
God Bless the Rescues!
I didnt even want another boxer right away. One day, while sitting at work I looked at the newpaper and there was an ad for a Boxer male who needed a good home and honestly, the ad said nothing 'glittery' or 'super - fantastic'. Yet, I knew I had to call. But I left it at that and I went home without that paper. But the feeling that I should call persisted. I didnt have the paper at my home either, so I went online to look at the classifieds for that ad. I found it! And I called... It was a dog named Sprocket, who had been rescued from the vets office. He was heartworm positive and his owner had him treated, on the last day of his treatment though, she called and asked the vet to have him put to sleep. :-( The girl at the vets office happened to know someone who would rescue this boy. He was rescued within a day of his scheduled 'termination'. Reportedly, he fights with other dogs. He was raised with a gold retreiver and I dont believe either of the dogs were ever spayed/neutered. Well, now that he was an adult, he obviously became possesive and territorial. So there was some conflict between the two animals. Rescue had further problems with this behavior when he got into a fight with a wolf dog and nearly finished her. So he was labeled as a mean animal. That was when he went to the rescue that I got him from.
The lady explained to me that he cannot be LIVING with any other dogs. The first rescue-er also said that he should not be near any children. I spent alot of time talking to the rescue lady and we made visits to her home, me and my children. My daughter is 3 and my son is 5. Sprocket LOVES kids. He never had ANY issues with the kids. He came home with us eventually and the rescue lady was so gracious and so considerate. She wouldnt even consider us fully adopting him until I had him for a while to be sure he was a good fit. He has been here ever since. He not only gets along well with my children, but he protects them. He tells them goodnight with me by getting up in their beds at night and 'kissing' them goodnight. Also, he doesnt jump on them (which is good for a boxer!
). He has the best manners and has NO accidents inside. He waits by the door to go and he is crate trained. Not one problem. The only time I hear him bark is if the door bell rings. He sleeps beside me and he can heel when we walk, he can catch food in his mouth, he wears clothes my daughter (and even me) dress him in. He even has a rain coat and some sunglasses, too. Not bad for a mean and terrible viscious attack dog, huh? He loves accessories. He loves to play with me outide and he also loves to sit and hear a story at night. He is another child and my 3 year old thinks so too. She covers him with ridiculous hats and shirts and blankets, just like a giant baby doll. I tell you what, I have never owned a fier animal. I would never even consider putting my children at risk for anything. But something in me said to go and see this dog. He needed a chance. They all do. He isnt a bad attack animal after all. He simply is not a 'dog person'! He loves cats though. and he loves to look at fish. He takes care of us. I dont know if he knows that I helped save him. But I think he knows he helped save us. My neighbors love him and this past weekend they began fostering their first boxer from the same rescue lady, Lisa. They now have a little white female boxer who needs a good place to go... but you know, something tells me she wont have to go far. Because they love her already.
God Bless the Rescues!
I am jealous too since Mason will NOT let me put anything, even a bandana, on him! 
