Hello from Marcie ~ A Newbie To Boxer World

[AbbyDabbyDoo]

Hello, my name is Marcie. I am a Boxer lover, and have been since my first Boxer, Ozark (a brindle cropped ears/tail) as a child. Ozark was my Dad's Boxer until I went to live with my Dad, and Ozark was 2 years old. I was adopted by Ozark the moment I walked through the front door, and we were best friends for the next 11 years, when he went to Rainbow Bridge.

I lived without a Boxer in my life for another 19 years, until Abby came into my life. I was looking to adopt a rescued Boxer for over a year, yet every one I found that caught my eye would be adopted just before I contacted the rescue that had him/her.

Then one day, while on a social friend site, a fellow Boxer lover sent me a message with pictures and info on Boxers that needed homes. One flashy fawn caught my eye, but she was 30 miles away (and in Los Angeles, 30 miles can mean hours of traffic YUCK!). I called the shelter she was being held captive in to inquire on her status, thinking that somebody probably had already adopted her. Who wouldn't want to love that face?? To my surprise, she was still there, and to my dismay, she was "red-lined", meaning soon to be put to sleep!!

As fate would have it, a friend of my boyfriend's called me shortly after my call to the shelter. She needed my help getting home from her mechanic the next morning, and she lived in Pasadena...the city that this poor Boxer girl was in. I said of course I would help her, but I needed a favor in return. I needed her to go with me to the shelter to see a Boxer that needed a home. And so we made plans to meet the following morning.

When we arrived at the shelter, I immediately went looking for this sweet Boxer girl's face. And then I heard her barking in response to the rooster who was crowing (yes they had a rooster there!). When I approached her kennel, a bouncing flashy fawn Boxer came galloping over to check me out. She kidney beaned as soon as they brought her out of her kennel, as if she had known me all her life. We went to the little park area within the shelter, and spent a good 30 minutes just walking together on her leash. When the shelter attendant came to see what I thought, my only question was why on earth anyone would bring this precious girl in to the shelter. I couldn't find anything wrong with her, and was curious as to why she was there. I learned this was her third time at the shelter! She was brought in at a year old after her owner went to jail, then a year later after her new "parents" decided they didn't want a dog when they had their new human baby, and the third time because she was apparently too protective of the family's children when their friends came over. She had been at the shelter since October and it was now mid December.

While the attendant I were speaking, I dropped the leash. When I looked down to retrieve the leash, I noticed that it was now wrapped around my ankles and I was looking into the deep brown eyes of a sweet Boxer, who was sitting quietly next to me. My heart was captured at that moment, and I knew she was going home with me. She was waiting for me all along, and unfortunately it took me 3 yrs to find her. But she kept coming back waiting for me to finally show up and take her home. We slept together her first night here and we have been inseparable since, much to the dismay of my cat, Molly. Molly took her toys one by one to the neighbor's and ran away from home 6 months later. She still comes home for her meals daily and to annoy Abby whenever she can. My other cats hiss at Abby, but they know that she would never go after them, she isn't allowed. And Abby doesn't misbehave often, and even when she does, it is more like she has selective hearing because she is so enthralled with whatever she is doing when I tell her no or call her to come in. But let me say I need her help, and she is right there to see what I need, and if it might include wet Boxer kisses and butt wiggles.

It was 3 years ago this December when Abby adopted me. Abby is my constant companion, and is loved by everyone who knows her. Well, except my cats, they don't like Abby very much, except when Abby is sleeping. And then they love to antagonize her. They wait until she is snoring and then they hit her paw. Of course they are appalled when she jumps up from being so rudely awakened! Yet Abby does not chase after them because she knows kitties are off limits, and she is a good girl. The cats get reprimanded for their naughty antics, and sent to their room. Abby usually waits until they have left the area, and then kidney beans her way over to Mom for reassurance that she is still a good girl.

Abby is now only 7yrs old, and yet she is having difficulty going up stairs and jumping onto the bed and in/out of the car. Her vet says she has a bone spur in her lower spine, and that she is just getting older. I hate hearing that because I can't imagine a day without my Abby Dabby Doo in it.

I am here to share about my love for Abby, and all Boxers, to learn more about the breed than i already know, and to connect with others who share my affection for these lovable clown who capture our hearts and souls.

[Axelsmama]

Hello Marcie and Abby. Welcome to Boxer World. I am new to being owned by a boxer and I love it. Axel is such a joy.

[bawlinkids]

Welcome Marcie and Abby, you've definately come to the right place when looking for Boxer lovers!

[bentleymack]

Welcome to BW from bentley,mercedes and me

[GDOGS1]

Welcome to BW from myself and GDOGS from the flatlands of Nebraska





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