She Is A Boxer

December 24th, 20091:07 am @ Angela Odom

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Not my Boxer girlah but looks like my girlah -- more can be seen at http://coldnosephoto.com/rescue-sasha/

Oh my God, my poor, poor girlah. I believe her white coat has everyone believing she is anything but a real Boxer. But, she is a real boxer.

A few weeks back a guy asked“hey lady, where did you get your Valley Bulldog?” Valley Bulldog? When Mr. Running Dude finally caught up to us I asked him what the heck is a Valley Bulldog. He told me they come from Nova Scotia and they are a mix of Boxer and English Bulldog. They are either taller versions of an English Bulldog or shorter versions of a Boxer.

Hmmm, I pondered this for about a week and then asked a friend if he’d ever heard of a Valley Bulldog. His immediate response was “your dog’s no Valley Bulldog, she’s a Pit Bull/Boxer mix.” What? Some of my best friends are Pit Bulls and none of them look like her. My mother had a Boxer/Pit Bull mix and she looked nothing like my girlah. Pit Bulls have heads filled with the jaws of death. The jaw bone on a Pit Bull can hang onto anything for hours. I know, I used to do it with my mother’s dog. That dog and I had fun with pull toys. I would put one end in her mouth, hang her from the ceiling and she would hold on until the cows came home. I did this with my girlah and she promptly let the thing go.

Jaws of death she does not have but she can give you a good face washing with that tongue of hers. That she loves doing. She also loves doing the typical Boxer jump up on your body and put her face in your face kind of thing.

So, next, I heard she was an American Bulldog/Boxer mix like this little sweetheart here. Well yes, this sweet little one does look like my girlah (particularly the last two pix) but, in my humble opinion, there is no American Bulldog in that dog. What I see is all Boxer and unfortunately, because of the color, everyone thinks the White Boxer is not a Boxer. Why? Because many of them are killed immediately after birth, thus you won’t see ‘em.  Some are born deaf, which causes them to have an even goofier look, and for show purposes, a pure white boxer is not recognized by the American Kennel Club. Unfortunately, White Boxers are often used for whelping flashy Boxers.

I had always wanted a Boxer and, after losing my little Diva Dawg last year, started checking out big jowled dogs — English Bulldogs, Olde English Bulldogs, Boxers, Mastiffs, etc.  I don’t know, maybe I like having to clean their nasty mouths after they eat.

I love Boxers because they are goofy, lovable dogs that are never bored with putting their face in your face. I checked out Boxer Rescue LA and fell in love with a couple of monkey-faced boxers and two White Boxers. Loved them. I did not know I would end up at Pasadena SPCA to see this beautiful girl snarfling at me. Oh yes, she chose me and I said okay. When the woman told me “oh, and she’s deaf”, it didn’t matter. We were a match made in heaven.

I’ve since learned she can hear, particularly when I’m shouting no to her new little love bunny. Oh my God she’s always kissing that boy. Too, she is a smart little cookie because we have accomplished a whole bucket load of sign language which she chooses to heed or ignore at her whim. Yes and our little sign for “Treat, Treat” never goes unnoticed, even when I say the words — imagine that. My girlah is quite a goofey pistol.

My Girlah

Finally, I went to my friend who has had Boxers all of her life, whelped them, bred them, fed them, nursed them, did everything Boxer and she said “that girl’s a Boxer.” She even took a photo I had of the girlah and superimposed a monkey-face on her and voila, out popped the Boxer. My friend then said, “it’s because she’s white that no one believes she’s a purebred Boxer.” Oh dear, now that’s prejudice gone a different way.

Yes indeed, she is a Boxer. She is not a Valley Bulldog, a Bulloxer, a Bull Boxer, Pit/Boxer, a StaffyBoxer, an American Bulloxer, or anything else. She’s a Boxer, and she’s white, and she has a little selective hearing but she’s my lovable Boxer girlah and . . . SHE’S GOT STICKS for front legs. Nuff said.