By Arnie Garinger, January 2001
At the outset let me say that any animal owner who does not see their pet as the best in the
world, should NOT own said pet! Now let me annoy owners of most breeds of dogs by
stating, unequivocally, that the Boxer dog is the truest canine friend a family can add to their
brood! Molly is the fifth boxer of our 43 years of family life.
If acquired young and properly trained, they will become part of your life and spend theirs
trying to please. They have two weaknesses. Their life span does not lend itself to longevity.
Also, they have flatulence, which will bring tears to your eyes! Humor is important to me and I
have always enjoyed the look in the eyes of visiting friends who are seated on the sofa not
knowing that the dog is lying behind it as the aroma rises and they each think the other is
May I go back to "properly trained"? My dad did not quite complete grade eight, but SO
bright; just full of common sense and backwoods philosophies which I quote often. As a young
child I remember him saying, "Well, If you’re going to train a dog, you have to know more than
the dog to start with!" Having some pride I have spent my life trying to have dogs as obedient as
the rest of the family. I will not waste time here with how it is done because huge amounts of
time, love and patience are involved, plus sternest, including physical attention getting, which
new puppy owners simply cannot bring themselves to do.
Molly came to us from an ad in the paper. Two other dogs had been sold the day before
we visited. She was about four months old, confused, frightened and gorgeous! Dogs have
eyes just like people, which is where we look first upon meeting. If the eyes don’t have it, we
look no further.
Molly had it! No haggling; we paid the lady and brought her home after a year of being
boxerless. If you lose an animal it is normal to mourn and decide that there can NEVER be
another like it. You are correct, but believe me (4 times) there can be ANOTHER.
Molly and I often, while working the garden, have quiet chats with Gypsy (who helped us
raise four children) Augustus, Barley and Alfalfa, and they understand and are pleased that a
new boxer now runs the deer, rabbits and squirrels away and has never crossed the property
lines…..EXCEPT ONCE…hence the picture above.
My wife is an umpire of women’s sports and often travels internationally in her work. She
was on a junket during Molly"s second heat and I was charged with two weeks of virginal
vigilance. I guess I did this so well that I never saw a male suitor in our brief trips outdoors.
This is odd in a rural area because they normally line up with that wistful look in their eyes.
Anyway, with about a week left in the heat, Marge returned and on her first "watch" Molly
simply ran off at about 10 p.m. and when she passed under an arc light had turned into TWO
dogs, heading for the woods! Of course I was most upset and followed after with a flashlight
and great shouting.
We have one policeman in our town (a boxer owner) and he arrives to find out about the
commotion. He then drove up the secondary road where I indicate the dogs went. In two
minutes Marge shouts "here she is!" and quickly changes that to "this isn’t Molly!" It is a
beautiful male boxer who lives nearby, who when not tied is a vagabond. Often found at the
local school playing at recess or running in the middle of the road hoping for a ride. At this
point he is VERY bright eyed, and of course, short tailed! In 30 more seconds the patrolman’s
cruiser returns with Molly looking like a taxi fare in the back seat! We thank him profusely and
prepare to take Molly in and give the male the bad news and as we pass her pen, I look at
Marge and say "Marge, God sent this dog here tonight". We put the dogs in the pen together
and went to bed. The rest is history. The picture tells it all.
Exactly one day before the end of a seven week gestation period, she began to make a
nest. The next morning she began an all day birthing process in her whelping box in my office. I
am always astounded that a young female knows exactly what to do and that each offspring,
nearly helpless, knows too, how to begin life.
The puppies are sold to good homes and Molly is back to being a young girl again. The
story is authentic and those who heard it and saw the picture said "you must tell people about it"
so I did.
Harveys' Lake, Pa.