I've been owned by several dogs over time and all but our last have been adopted, strays or in Sophie's case a rescue. A good friend of ours had recently purchased an apartment house and had a tenant who hadn't really moved out but left all her things including a 3-4 month old female fawn boxer behind. Our friend tried to take care of the puppy while tracking down the owner and consequently Sophie (then Cinnamon) lived for almost 3 more months on a second story porch.She had never been properly house broken, walked, socialized etc. About the time our friend was threatening the tenant with eviction and other legal stuff, my husband stopped to see him, met Sophie and we brought her home the next day. To say that she was a "wild child" would be a gross understatement! Housebreaking was a nightmare, we racked up $800 in vet bills the 1st month. she ate strips of brand new linoluem off the kitchen floor and left a path of destruction a mile wide if left alone for a minute. I know now that a crate would have been my best bet, live and learn. Through it all, now matter how crazy she made me, now matter how many times I said I'll NEVER have another boxer, no matter how many times DH had to take her for a ride in the truck so I could clean up another mess without her help- She ALWAYS had such a love of life and spontaneous joyful nature I couldn't help but love her too. The kidney-beaning, the "woo-woos", the jumps straight up in the air filled our days and the years went by. What Sophie taught me (mostly patience lol) was that my life was not complete without a boxer in it. The days after she died were among the most quiet and empty I've ever known. DH and I waited until we couldn't stand the silence another second, began a search for a breeder and brought our flashy brindle boy, Donner home the week of Christmas. The "woo-woos" fill our days again! So thank you Sophie for the "boxer world" you led me to.