OLD FAMILY DOGS
The love for the boxer breed in the Sandoval family was started by my grandfather, who had these dogs as family members and guard dogs in the late 50's in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico. This is where I lived until about the age of 8. I spent many times on weekends listening to my family members recount their stories of these dogs' intelligence and loyalty to the household. Whenever we had company, somehow the topic always went from politics, as my grandfather worked for a government agency in Mexico, to an hour or two discussion on these dogs that he loved so much. Pictured here is my aunt with a dog they had and a puppy, typical boxers from the 50's with the longer muzzles. As I get more pictures, I will be adding to this page.
This is me in 1974, with my boxer "Harvey", bought for me as a gift from my father. I carried this dog like a baby, and like all boxers do with children, he had great patience and played right along.
This is my dog at 4 months old.
A picture of my dog as an 8 month old with one of my grandfather's dogs "Regalito", he was around 9 years old in this picture. Both males got along well.
One of my aunt's dogs "Corbala". This is one of the biggest boxers I have seen in my life. I think he might of been a bullmastiff/boxer mix. He loved to eat gorditas with hot sauce!
A female was purchased by my grandfather in the mid seventies and she had many litters with my dog. Unfortuneately I was in the United States by then and never got to see any of the puppies.
Look at the size of those paws!!!
Bengala, another one of my aunt's dogs, a daughter of my first dog Harvey. With her cute ears tilted in, she damaged her ears jumping through a glass window, trying to get a cat I think. Showing the determination of these dogs especially if they really want something!!
My grandmother and cousin with more of their puppies. This is an unusal picture as my grandmother did not like dogs much, but who could not smile when holding a boxer pup!!
I left my dog when i came to live in the us at age 8, my dog then about 2. when people ask if boxers miss their owners if they leave, I have to say yes. My dog died at the age of 6, of sadness I think. My grandfather said he slept under my bedroom window every day, waiting for me. I cried for this dog every night for months. I think he felt my sadness from miles away!!!
these dogs are more than just pets, boxers should be admired for their beauty, loyalty and courage.