| I got my first
Boxer in 1963, while stationed at Shaw AFB, South Carolina.
Major,
the only "white faced" puppy out of a litter of nine, he lived to be 13
years old and was the first of three "Majors" to grace our home. Major
traveled extensively with our family, and even "bootlegged" a 1.5 hour
trip to Florida on a USAF aircraft. He was no small Boxer, weighing in
at 110 lb.., he was a gentle giant. He would often hang his large fore
body over a 40" fence so the little guys on the other side could pet him.
Major traveled with us on board the USS United States cruise liner.
During our tour
in Germany, I bought a solid black Miniature Schnauzer, applicably named
Pepper. After three years in Europe, our family was again stationed in
South Carolina in 1970. During the two years in South Carolina, Pepper
had two litters. With a stop over in Alabama, we arrived in Hampton, Virginia
in the summer of 1973. Later that year, I first met my long time friend
and Vet of almost thirty years, Dr. Andy Murphie.
Major II was with
us for only a short time. Major II and III had the same sire, different
dams. Major III became the "Major" in the family in 1976 and he lived to
be 12 years old. Although he was sired of show quality stock and had beautiful
flashy fawn markings, due to the busy family schedule, he was never shown
or bred. I lost him to cancer in the summer of 1988.
For the next eight
years, my business consumed almost all of my time and the family pet was
Charlie, a Sun Conure Parrot. On a cold January morning in 1995 all of
that changed, as "GiGi I", a natural eared, docked, plain fawn female Rescue
Boxer joined our family. She was a wonderful little girl that had been
turned out as her previous owner left town. She was very loyal, loving
and protective, especially of children that she would instantly "adopt".
Although sometimes her behavior left one with the thought that they had
just bought a new book and started to read it from the middle of the novel,
knowing that there was a reason for some of her behavior, but not knowing
quite what it was. GiGi I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor
in early June 1999, and lived until early July of that year. After the
extremely painful experience as the result of her death, there was the
question of whether or not to get another Boxer, and if so, how: with another
rescue, or with a puppy?
After numerous
inquires, and quite a few replies, I received a response from Barry Hendley
of JuBar Boxers, in Danville, VA. Barry had a five month old Boxer puppy
that he wanted to place in a show home, but if he couldn't, then a good
home. After receiving pictures of the puppy, I traveled to Barry's home
and in late July of 1999, brought home a beautiful flashy fawn girl, GiGi
II, who became "GiGi" in the family.
CH JuBar's Beautiful Princess GiGi and her new litter can been seen here.
GiGi will form the
foundation of ProC Boxers, our new kennel name. My Philosophy is very simple:
I will do my absolute
best to produce healthy, happy and sound puppies with good temperaments
and conformation. I will be very selective in my breeding practices so
as to insure that these ends are met. I will health test before breeding,
and provide mother and newborns with the very best of care, nutrition,
love and socialization, and will be extremely selective where I place each
of my puppies. |
