GO Boxer Rescue ~ Bandit

In October, 2011, I was turned into a local animal shelter. This was a foul play in my opinion. I think I am a number one draft pick with my cute face, floppy ears, and handsome 4 year old fawn and white body. I also will chatter back and forth with you with a “Rue Rue aRue.”

Being rescued from the shelter was ‘pawsome’ and I have really appreciated it! I am so thankful that I greet all dogs and adults with the bendy Boxer body maneuver and a quick wag of my stubby tail. I am also so thankful that, on occasion, you will see me leap into the air. I’m showing off my skills and pretending to dunk an imaginary basketball.

You probably noticed that I didn’t mention that I greet kids with the same enthusiasm. I haven’t been around these little humans before so I’m not sure if I would like the bear hugs they give the dogs they love. I suppose supervision would be best, in order to learn if we would be a good match-up.

My foster mom says that I have an easy going personality and that I walk with a loose leash. Without a leash, something may catch my eye, and I may wander off to check it out. My foster mom also says that, like most working dogs, I have no problem working for food. I know how to “come” and “sit”, and am learning “down” and “stay.”

I am crate trained and am working hard to become housebroken. At first, I wasn’t sure how often I was supposed to go. I would try to hold my business for a very long time…even when I was given lots of opportunities to go out. Trying to hold it so long was hard work though and I would sometimes have an accident. Lately, though, I’ve really been getting the hang of it. Now, when my foster mom or dog sitter lets me out, I know what to do! I am so proud of myself. I consider it another slam dunk!

I’m also a real team player and prefer to play with another dog. If another dog does not want to play, I will put a substitute in: a Dino Nylabone, a rubber ball, or a soft stuffed squeaker toy.

Though I am really good at sharing my toys, at times I have guarded food. In order to give me the safety I need when I eat, it is best to allow me to eat away from my canine brothers or sisters.

One other thing that I would like to mention; during my ‘pawsome’ rescue stay, I had a mast cell tumor removed from my left hind leg. Thankfully the vet got a clean margin and I got a clean bill of health. I have also been neutered and am up to date on all my shots.