when looking at your Christmas tree, you suddenly notice that at least 80% of the ornaments are boxer or boxer related
when told by the person who got you started on boxers that they were making a list of bequests (serious illness) and that they had selected some jewelry for you, you politely request that you inherit their copy of "My Life with Boxers" by F. Stockmann instead.
You know your a boxer owner when:
Pulling poo covered string/yarn/whatever out of their butts doesn't even make you gag anymore!![]()
You come home from work in your 'good clothes' and try to run upstairs with no contact (yeah right!) to change into 'slobber friendly' clothes.
You have hair ( in my case black, white, and brown) on everything you own, in the car and its okay.
You know how to tell what they want by the tone of the woo'wooing and talking!