It was October of 97 that I first met Ursula of boxer rescue,
and I didn't realize at the time how that fateful meeting
would be the beginning of a new chapter in my life with boxers.
In a park in encino we (Ursula) made an appointment to see
the boxers that were available for adoption. There were five
dogs in the back of her van in crates. They all had their
special stories and health concerns, one in particular was
in desperate need of a loving home. We call her Maya
today. Maya had recently given birth to a litter, was quite
emaciated and had been badly mangled by a car. From her skittish
behavior she had been abused as well.
I said to Ursula, don't you have any other boxers? She assured
me that this was a fine dog and that she would indeed recover
from her wounds. That was very hard to believe considering
the condition that Maya was in. With the promise of a refund
if things didn't work out I took Maya home. We began a regime
of antibiotics, weekly bandage changes, and physical therapy
to save her mangled leg and a heavy dose of love and nurturing.
It took about four months to put Maya back together, and
then it was off to obedience school for two months. Two years
later I have the most wonderful and loyal friend a human could
have. I often take Maya to my daughter's school to teach the
children about dog safety and the importance of caring for
our doggie friends.
When Maya and I walk by the school the children are delighted
to see her and want to visit with her. My daughter Piers is
perhaps the first four-year-old spokesperson for boxer rescue
and has decided to be a veterinarian when she grows up.
Recently we went to the groomer at the Animal clinic, and
there in one of the pens was the most beautiful brindle male
boxer. He is about ten months old and was recuperating from
surgery to repair a badly broken leg, neutering and tail cropping.
Needless to say this pup was a little skeleton with the face
of an angel.
My daughter pleaded for us to take him home. Mind you I'm
not in the market for a new puppy especially one that will
need a lot of care for the first few months.
Well, one day when my daughter came home from school, the
new boxer was in our home. I can't tell you the delight and
surprise my daughter expressed! Our new puppy was promptly
named Bosco, you know, like the chocolate drink from the sixties.
We are all adjusting well, most importantly Maya absolutely
loves Bosco and has difficulty being patient for Bosco to
heal from his wounds so that they can play together! I now
have two wonderful boxers and can't even begin to imagine
life without one.
I urge anyone who reads about my experience to please do
not overlook the dogs with special needs. Consider fostering
so that these loving dogs can later be adopted. I'm so grateful
to boxer Rescue for introducing me to Maya and Bosco!