So, I often read threads that start with an ignorant person that think our boxers are pitties or aggressive or shouldn't be in the public community. I thought I'd share a quick "feel good" story that my fellow boxer lovers might enjoy.
I decided to take Koa on a walk with me over to Subway to grab a sandwich (for me, not Koa). It'd be our first time walking to Subway and second time I'd tether him up oustide for a couple minutes while I placed my order. When I got over there, one of the employees came outside for her smoke break and asked if she could say hello to Koa. No problem - she actually made a big fuss over him and Koa made a new friend. We talked for a couple seconds when an elderly lady (mid 80's) came over and said hello.
She started telling me a story about her husband. He was a high ranking military gentleman. Tall in stature, stong, and confident man. She told me back in the day, they owned a boxer named Max. Her husband loved that dog! The military had told them that they had to move to Okinawa, Japan and he wasn't about to give up Max. So, they paid $1,000 (remember the time period) and jumped on a boat that took them over there. She said they couldn't tell their parents how much they spent to keep the dog and we all laughed. They kept Max until he died of old age, lived a full life in a loving home. The day Max passed, her husband couldn't even go to work. Instead, he went outside and dug a grave for Max and buried him. She told me as big and strong and confident her husband was, he was so broken about losing his best friend, Max. She then tells me Koa reminds her a lot of Max.
I thanked her for sharing that story with me and gave me a glimpse of hope that not all people are scared of our boxer babies. Now I thought I'd share it with you...
I decided to take Koa on a walk with me over to Subway to grab a sandwich (for me, not Koa). It'd be our first time walking to Subway and second time I'd tether him up oustide for a couple minutes while I placed my order. When I got over there, one of the employees came outside for her smoke break and asked if she could say hello to Koa. No problem - she actually made a big fuss over him and Koa made a new friend. We talked for a couple seconds when an elderly lady (mid 80's) came over and said hello.
She started telling me a story about her husband. He was a high ranking military gentleman. Tall in stature, stong, and confident man. She told me back in the day, they owned a boxer named Max. Her husband loved that dog! The military had told them that they had to move to Okinawa, Japan and he wasn't about to give up Max. So, they paid $1,000 (remember the time period) and jumped on a boat that took them over there. She said they couldn't tell their parents how much they spent to keep the dog and we all laughed. They kept Max until he died of old age, lived a full life in a loving home. The day Max passed, her husband couldn't even go to work. Instead, he went outside and dug a grave for Max and buried him. She told me as big and strong and confident her husband was, he was so broken about losing his best friend, Max. She then tells me Koa reminds her a lot of Max.
I thanked her for sharing that story with me and gave me a glimpse of hope that not all people are scared of our boxer babies. Now I thought I'd share it with you...
