Rocky & Dempsey never graced the show ring - but they didn't have to - - - they have their own special stories and places in our hearts . . . Dempsey is on the left above and Rocky is on the right. Spencer and Prissy are the beautiful Sr. citizens in the middle who gave me that little fawn puppy that I must have rubbed too hard . . . Here's the story of our boxer boys:
DEMPSEY (aka Dempers, Dempsey Doodle, Dempster)
We still miss Dempsey and his noise and his lack of manners . . . but we couldn't help but love him because of his unconditional love for us! He was an "only child" born of Spencer and Priscilla and I take full responsibility for spoiling him creating a monster only a mother could love. His claim to fame was almost getting his first leg in agility - - - I worked so hard with him for almost 2 years and he really did well for a boxer - his problem was that he couldn't get past the temptation to leave the course for an imaginary piece of food that might be out there somewhere! But he could clear those weave poles in record time and he loved the jumps and tunnel! I will always feel bad that 
I "quit on him" but I only had to relive the day he took off for the hills after "something" at the American Boxer Club National amidst the laughter of the crowd and I know I did the right thing! Self control was not one of his greatest qualities, but Pat and I loved the big sweetie right up to his last day - - - and just like Spencer, he was devoted to Pat and lived out his last days as his best bud.
I "quit on him" but I only had to relive the day he took off for the hills after "something" at the American Boxer Club National amidst the laughter of the crowd and I know I did the right thing! Self control was not one of his greatest qualities, but Pat and I loved the big sweetie right up to his last day - - - and just like Spencer, he was devoted to Pat and lived out his last days as his best bud. ROCKY
Rocky is that dog that everyone dreams of but few are lucky enough to love . . . Rocky brought Pat and I together and is still our heart dog with that beautiful grey face and a spirit like no other. You would never know he had such a rough start at the hands of his first owner - he was tied to an old car without food or shelter and through Lee Mitchell and Boxer Rescue, he found his way into Pat's heart and home and eventually, into mine. He's everyone's favorite and a poster dog for rescue - unconditional love and unending devotion with nothing expected in
return. Rocky has raised and housebroken every puppy and rescue dog we've had and in his gentle way, has shown them the ropes like a wise old grandpa. He's getting old and a little tired now but he's survived a stroke, his limited vision and is a little more unsteady on his feet than he used to be . . . but everyday we celebrate that he is still with us. He treats Echo and little Dooley with a fatherly gentle nature but once and awhile he still gets that old burst of energy and entices Echo into a good romp. When he sticks his butt up in a play bow and sends his deep bark message to Pat to come and play, he's a puppy again for a few minutes before he crashes back into his big soft bed for a 6 hour nap. We can't even think of life without him him so we don't allow ourselves to go there - we just love and kiss him everyday and tell him how special he really is!
Rocky is that dog that everyone dreams of but few are lucky enough to love . . . Rocky brought Pat and I together and is still our heart dog with that beautiful grey face and a spirit like no other. You would never know he had such a rough start at the hands of his first owner - he was tied to an old car without food or shelter and through Lee Mitchell and Boxer Rescue, he found his way into Pat's heart and home and eventually, into mine. He's everyone's favorite and a poster dog for rescue - unconditional love and unending devotion with nothing expected in
return. Rocky has raised and housebroken every puppy and rescue dog we've had and in his gentle way, has shown them the ropes like a wise old grandpa. He's getting old and a little tired now but he's survived a stroke, his limited vision and is a little more unsteady on his feet than he used to be . . . but everyday we celebrate that he is still with us. He treats Echo and little Dooley with a fatherly gentle nature but once and awhile he still gets that old burst of energy and entices Echo into a good romp. When he sticks his butt up in a play bow and sends his deep bark message to Pat to come and play, he's a puppy again for a few minutes before he crashes back into his big soft bed for a 6 hour nap. We can't even think of life without him him so we don't allow ourselves to go there - we just love and kiss him everyday and tell him how special he really is! 
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