I fell in love with a neighbor’s boxer when I was 5. Always wanted one of my own. That finally happened in 1979. Her name was Ginger and she helped me raise my 2 boys. Since 1979 I have not been without a boxer or 2 or now 4. After my parents passed within 2 years of each other and my sons were grown I needed something to help fill my time. I ventured to the local Animal Control shelter to check out their new volunteer program. I spent 10 years as a volunteer, discovered how cruel some people can be to animals and that there were just as many good people trying to help those same abused animals, I discovered the world of rescue. My first boxer Ginger came from a friend that had a litter of 13, my second Dixie came from a name I found in the paper, also a litter of 13. Since then all my boxer babies have come from rescue, except for Gracie whom I rescued directly from Animal Control. The 4 who now own me are all BRBR foster failures except for my first rescue from Almost Home Boxer Rescue, DJ. She is 15 now and still going strong. I have 5 grandchildren and they have been rescuing with me since they were in diapers. My life has been enriched due to volunteering and playing a part of saving a breed that I dearly love. I tell everyone, ” You haven’t been loved, till you have been loved by a boxer”. There is no greater devotion.