I'm signing in tomorrow for my first day at LA Boxer Rescue. I believe I'll be on walking detail. All dogs are special, but for me, boxers are especially special. Natural clowns, and children are their special delight. One of my favorite childhood memories is at five years old, sitting in the dog house with my arm draped around our boxer, watching the rain fall outside on a drizzling Seattle afternoon.
Several years ago I took a hike with a group of abused children (Sunshine House, I think it was called?) and my boxer Phoebe. The kids just hung on her neck as we walked on the trail. One little boy, though, stepped up to Phoebe and kicked her. She licked him in the face, and he stopped, then kissed her. And they were best buddies for the rest of the hike.