After last year’s experience with Otis trying to lunge at every dog he encountered, I thought it would be best to go on a solo mission with Zoe to this year’s Boxer Walk for Minnesota Boxer Rescue. Although Otis has made some improvements, the walk would have been far too overwhelming for him (and us).
It was a beautiful day– blue skies with a few fluffy white clouds, and slightly humid. I had been slightly concerned that it would rain (even though we need it), but it cleared that morning.
I saw Tori, who had been instrumental in Zoe’s rescue, and we chatted for a while. She has a dog who, like Otis, sticks her tongue out when she sleeps. We compared phone photos of our sleeping dogs and marveled how we ever got any sleep ourselves (she has twice as many dogs as I do, so her bed is much more crowded).
We met Cullen, a white boxer who is available for adoption. He and Zoe sniffed each other amicably. I didn’t realize until after the walk that he had dog aggression issues. I never would have guessed.
We walked around the block for the official walk, and then Zoe laid down in the cool dirt in the shade to rest. She behaved incredibly well, sniffing other dogs and doing lots of play bows when she encountered a particularly frisky dog. Zoe loves everybody. She loved a couple puppies a little too much, not realizing that they were about as big as her head. But no harm was done and she had a good day. I was glad that I brought her, because the socialization was good for her.
I met three different people who had lost dogs to cancer. Two of them were foster families who had lost foster dogs to lymphoma, but it still hit them pretty hard. On the way back to the parking lot, Zoe and I walked with a man and his dog. His previous dog had also succumbed to lymphoma. By the time they diagnosed the disease, the dog’s kidneys had failed and it had died two days later. He said that dog had spoiled him for all other dogs, and I knew exactly how he felt. He had owned other breeds before, but he realized he couldn’t have anything other than a Boxer from then on, and I could relate. He seemed very happy with his new dog, although he said it had taken some time for them to bond. It amazed me how many other people had gone through what we had.
If you’re interested in seeing pictures from the Boxer Walk, I posted some on my Flickr page.