Best Tricks: High five, circles, twister (jumps and does a 360)
Arrival Story: We had a white boxer for 13, who literally traveled the world with us. He started developing skin cancer at 6, and by the time the vets told us no more, we had had 11 tumors removed. Typical story: they told us at 10 that he had a couple months left, but being a boxer he toughed out three more years to be with us. When the cancer was finally too much, we lost him at 13. I was a wreck, and my wife thought I needed a new companion. She was searching for white boxers, but I new my Aaron was irreplacable, and a look-alike wouldn't do. While my wife was searching, I saw Dax's father, a completely black (sealed brindle) boxer, who was just stunning. And I knew if we got the complete opposite, I wouldn't be fooling myself into thinking I might replace my Aaron. I chose Dax from the online pictures of the litter, and went to the breeder with the intent of adopting him. Once we got there, however, my wife was taken with some of the other pups, one fawn in particular. As chance would have it, in all their running around, Dax was the one who kept coming back to me. So, we knew it had to be him, and we are blessed to have him.
Bio: Dax is now the father of seven. We rescued a pure boxer female, with no intention of breeding. She was in pretty poor shape when we got her, unfortunately, so we wanted to get some weight on her before having her fixed. When the time was just about right, however, she went into heat and the rest is history. It was meant to be, though, because they gave me another white boxer! We adopted five of the seven pups out, kept the white one (Chance) and his fawn brother (Worm), and Dax is now busy raising (I say sarcastically) them. He is more of a brother than a father.