The Bufford story really touched my heart--when I was a teen ager we adopted a boxer from a family who owned a female boxer that lived in a liquor store in NYC!! My parents stopped in there every month of so for their "bourbon fix" (not alcoholics, but enjoyed a belt at night), and fell in love with the mother and pups ...

We had our boxer Ann for eleven years--my father was a big walker, would often go half way around Manhattan island, and she once protected him from a mugger--broke loose from her leash, and chased him down the street.

Summers we went to Cape Cod where she ran up and down the beach for hours.

I don't know why you don't see more boxers around these days; even I have had mostly Labradors with a few Bernese Mt. dogs thrown in.

Nothing like a good dog, and Bufford is the best! Incidentally, I love the natural ears--I really don't believe in cropping.