Hello, fellow boxer lovers. Alabama, aka “Miss ‘Bama Lama Ding Dong,” mother to the 2010 Legacy All-Stars here. Has it really been almost a year since I rescued my human? My, how time does fly! Thankfully, my daddy knew about rescue boxers before I came along.
Herr Boomer, a 1½ year old fawn male boxer (and Lone Star Boxer Rescue alumnus) previously rescued him in August 2001, four years before I was even born. Dad still talks about him, and to him (His urn sits on a bookshelf in the den.). Zeke and I notice that he still gets tears in his eyes every so often. I am told that Boomer was a much better passenger than I. It is my understanding that he would sprawl out in the backseat and go to sleep if they were in the car for more than 15 minutes. Anyway, the 3rd of July will mark the 1 year anniversary of Herr Boomer’s crossing over the rainbow bridge.
Grandpa says he told Dad to take it easy, and that he would know when the time was right to rescue another boxer. Apparently, life wasn’t that great for dad in the weeks that followed; so he decided to apply with Legacy Boxer Rescue, and attended something called a Pet Fair, where he met several boxers (including me!). I looked at him with my big brown eyes, hoping to tug at his heart. As luck would have it, my attempt was successful. A week after Pet Fair, I officially rescued him, and now call Chez Grandjean my home. We settled in together for a month before dad got really active in the rescue group. Over the last year, we have reserved rooms at Chez Grandjean for foster-sitting, short-term fostering and even long-term fostering. Everyone knows I’m the boss, and that’s just the way like it.
I convinced Dad that his first foster, Mister Zeke, would be a failure (apparently everyone says it’s a good thing). Dad left for a business trip the last weekend in October, and when he returned a few days later, Zeke officially became my brother. My patience has been tested by several follow-on fosters, including 8 month-old Caliente. She was a dusty little thing with a skin infection and something called demodex mange. However, she was an awesome playtime buddy for Zeke and me. Incidentally, I recently forgave her for destroying the first squeaky toy (and my favorite, by the way) that Dad gave me shortly after my daring, but successful rescue attempt in late July.
The next interesting one was this big guy named Drake. He’s all white, except for the top of his brindle nub. It took me a little while to figure out he was deaf, but I think that’s what made him special. The day that Drake went to his forever home with his new brother, Rocky, Dad held both Zeke and me extra tight. There’s no denying that there were a few tears on his pillow that night, but I think they were tears of happiness, because Drake got a wonderful family. We’re all working with Heath, a handsome fawn male with a black mask, hoping that his forever home is right around the corner. At the same time, Miss Ruby and Senore Enzo Ferrari have come to stay awhile, as they recover from near starvation, neglect and heartworm treatment.
I want to thank my foster moms, Aunt Kaffy and Auntie Gail for their understanding while I was with puppy, both before and after delivery. Gail has the best tasting shoes. Kaffy helped me raise the All-Stars, who are all worthy contributors to society. Even though I’m done raising puppies, I do want you to know that I am raising foster boxers (with Dad’s help, of course). It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
Peace, Love & Boxers,
Alabama
