| If there was one thing that you could say about me, it's that I love animals. That has got to be the one thing that stands out about me to everyone. My whole family does, to tell you the truth. We had been breeing Boxer dogs for a while, and everything was going well for the most part. Our female had seven gorgeous puppies and they were all growing up to be healthy dogs. We called them Cassandra, Awesome, Precious Boy, Casper, Wooster, Daisy, and Shania. Cassandra, Precious Boy, Wooster, and Shania were beautiful fawns taking after their parents. Awesome, Casper, and Daisy were white, though. After two months, we put an ad in the newspaper to start selling them. Our first customer was a man, and he got the pick of the litter. He actually wound up taking two puppies, Casper and Precious Boy. Soon later a woman came and bought Wooster. Someone then came for Awesome, then Cassandra, then Shania. We decided to keep Daisy, though, because she was born deaf and we didn't want her to wind up in an abusive situation. Soon thereafter, Precious Boy and Casper were returned to us. Supposedly, the owner had bought the dogs without consulting his wife first, and she didn't want the responsibility to add to her one year old son, and her daughter on the way. We took the dogs back, and quickly sold Casper a day after his return. We put another ad in the paper, but no one called for Precious Boy. We started posting flyers at the veterinarian's offce, but still, no one called for him. The puppies were born in August, but it wasn't until Christmas that we found a home for Precious. A couple we knew wanted to buy one of our pups, but had just bought a town house and didn't have the money. We asked them if they would like to have him as a Christmas gift, and they thought it over. Finally, they decided to take him. With a true family, the newly named dog, Rex, was on his way to a happy life. Time went by and we thought things would be fine. Little did we know what was coming next. Spring brought a nervous telephone call from Rex's New owner. She had gotten pregnant and was afraid that Rex would hurt her baby. She got rid of both him and her other dog. Lucky for Rex, the woman called us first. Otherwise he would have went to the pound. We accepted him and loved him. We guaranteed the family that he would have a good home in no time flat, and they guaranteed that they'd keep in touch. Time flew by, and spring turned to summer. At a yard sale, we decided to post a sign about Rex. Word of mouth got around and a family who had owned Boxers before came over to look at him. The talked it over and decided to give Rex a home, once and for all. he is a happy pup, and has been with these people ever since. As for Rex's second owners: its been 18 months and we haven't heard from them since. The moral of this story is that there are too many unwanted dogs in the world. Part of the reason we decided to stop bredding is based upon that fact. If you want a dog, look in the paper for a "free to good home" ad, look in a shelter, or look at the pound. Your perfect pet could be waiting for you there. |