[box style=’info’]This story was sent by Kelly Evenson[/box]
Hello, I’m Kelly and this is a little story about my boy Joey.
Joey was about 10 month old when he was given to my then boyfriend (now husband). We suspect from different actions/reactions from Joey that he had been abused. We do know that he had had several homes by the time he came to be with Dale.
When I moved here from another state, Joey was my 1st friend. He was my buddy and pal… my protector.
One very hot summer night, my husband was away, Joey seemed to know when Dale was just at work and when he was actually “Away”. His temperament would change, ever so slightly. Not enough that someone who did know now him well would actually notice, but I could. I suppose he went on “protect Momma” mode.
Anyway, as I said, it was a very hot night, we went to bed. At some point in the night, Joey suddenly shot out of bed and downstairs. I just thought that he was going where it might be cooler and did not think anything about it, until the next morning,when I saw why he had gone downstairs. Our front door had poped open (it would swell in the summer heat). There he was, with his head laying in the open door, his body in the house. He was doing his job, he was protecting his Momma.
Loyalty? Protector? Maybe, but in all honesty, I call it LOVE.
Later, we had a daughter, by this time, Joey was about 5 years old. We brought her home. A day or so before we came home from the hospital, my husband brought her blanket to him, and explained (yes, we talked to him as if he were human!) that the baby would be his. We brought her home, my husband let Joey in, of course he came straight to me, I had been gone a couple of days… but then he noticed the car seat… he sniffed, he touched with his nose, he licked her feet. (yup… we let her have boxer slobber!) From that point on, he slept under her bassinet and then under her crib every night. He was her 1st friend, as he had been mine, he was her 1st playmate. He was her 1st babysitter. She loved him and he loved her!
My boy died 3 years ago this past February. I miss him just as much today as I did the day he died (of old age). We have a couple of Labs now, both are wonderful dogs… but not one dog will ever replace my Joey. I will have another Boxer, there is not another breed like them.
I could tell you many more stories of Joey, of his protection, of his loyalty and devotion… about how he could take up an entire King Size bed with only you in it… How do they do that, anyway? I remember 1 time, he was laying across the bed… I was falling out, I got up, and was PULLING on his head to get him to budge… guess who ended up on the couch?!?! NOT Joey… (how nuts is that??) One would think that I could have pulled a 75 lb Boxer off of the bed, but if he didn’t want to move, it would take a forklift to move him!
Every owner of any breed will say “this breed is the best”… But, having had several different breeds over the years, I can honestly say, without reservation, for ME, the BEST breed is a BOXER! We have 2 labs now, but I told my husband, that it may take a long while, but I will have another Boxer.