Dallas was my first Boxer, who came to live live with me at the age
of 6 years. He was a retired show dog that had seen a few different homes.
He had spent alot of time in an expen. When he came the only word he responded
to was his name. He didn't know come, sit, nothing. After a year of training
he obtained his CD. degree in obedience, at the tender age of 7. Dallas
was the kind of dog that gave you everything he had. He would have
done anything I asked of him. He showed me all of the love and devotion
that is in the breed and I hope that in the short time he was with me,
I gave him the kind of life all dogs should have. He had run of the house,
was taken to the country to run with my friends Dobes and went for alot
of walks. He sired only one litter of five puppies, which produced my Echo.
Dallas came with an old back injury and when it got so bad that he could
not stand I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. It broke my heart,
but I decided that if he couldn't run and play and be a normal dog, it
was time to let him go. I hope someday to look in the whelping box and
see him there in one of his decendants.
I miss you