Boxers came into our life about 16 years ago when we purchased Rocky, a pet quality boxer from a newspaper ad because we didn't know any better. We had a Boston Terrier named Mickey, and we decided that he and we needed more company at home. Rocky came to us with pulmonary stenosis, a condition which didn't allow for adequate oxygenation of the blood. He would tire quickly, his chest heaving after even a short romp in the backyard. Sadly, out vet didn't give us any options to treat his health other than by medication, and when Rocky was 2 he passed out of our lives after a traumatic midnight dash to the emergency vets.

Caesar was the next boxer we owned.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION