Lone Star Boxer Rescue is the Houston Chapter of Austin Boxer Rescue, a nonprofit 501(C)(3) organization dedicated to the health and well-being of the boxer breed. LSBR/ABR is run and managed 100% by volunteers since 1999. Our main objective is to rescue, rehabilitate, and re-home boxers that come to us from many sources including local animal shelters, owner surrenders, and strays. Please consider making a tax deductible donation to allow us to save more dogs in need throughout the state of Texas.

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Today We Rescued Your Dog
by Pat Closher

Today we rescued your dog. We don’t know where you got him from - maybe you saw him
in a pet store window or maybe one of your neighbors bred a few litters a year just to make some vacation money or because they loved their dogs so much that of course they wanted to have puppies. We don’t know much about how you cared for him either, although our vet thought that for such a young dog, his teeth were in pretty bad shape.
Did you know they were going to keep him outside? At least it was a pretty mild winter. There were no heavy snows, not much heavy winter rain and only a few days of bitter cold. But for all of those weeks he had no companionship, no care, and no love.
For some reason, your grandparents took him to the shelter. Maybe a neighbor complained about him or maybe their own health gave out or maybe they just got tired of him. You know the local shelter is a kill shelter, don’t you? You know that their own statistics indicate that about half of the dogs that enter are killed, don’t you?  Maybe your grandparents thought he would be adopted quickly. He is a purebred, after all. No one was interested in him, though, maybe since he’s an adult dog and not a cute little puppy. No one contacted the purebred rescue group either. They probably would have placed him quickly, since he really is a great boy.  The shelter is a clean place and they take good care of the dogs. They get good food and they’re bathed and brushed. It’s still a shelter though, and is noisy and chaotic and frightening. He spent two months there in that confusion, away from everyone and everything he had known.

One day, we saw him on the shelter web site. We called and asked about him. The shelter workers were so happy to hear from us and were delighted to agree to bring him to a local pet store where they do adoptions. Do you want to know why they were so accommodating? He was scheduled to be killed that afternoon. He didn’t know that, but the shelter workers certainly did. It hurt them and he felt that, so he knew something was wrong.  All of a sudden, though, the shelter workers were happy and excited and so was he. They bathed him and brushed his coat. We think they probably told him this was it - his big chance, or maybe he just knew it somehow. When we met him, we all fell in love.

He had to go to the vet to be neutered, of course, but then he came home. He has his very own 13 year-old boy. You know, it’s almost like watching one of those old Lassie movies, seeing how well they’ve bonded. He’s got good food and his own toys. He’s taken on walks three times a day, is regularly groomed and is taken to the vet for needed care. We’ll be with him always, even if we have to make that last, difficult decision, because, you see, he is our dog and we are his family.

He has a good heart you know, but then he is a dog, so that’s to be expected. He’s probably forgiven you and, with a dog’s grace, doesn’t even remember you dumped him. He’d probably even be willing to greet you at the Rainbow Bridge. But you know what? He’ll greet us and go with us at the Bridge, and then he’ll be with us forever, because he’s our dog and we’re his family.
The way we heard the story, you moved out of state and didn’t want to take him with you. You left him at your grandparents. Maybe you thought a lively, handsome dog was just the thing for them, and under better circumstances it might have been. Maybe they have been cleaning up your messes for your entire life and an unwanted dog was just another mess to clean up.
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My husband and I have adopted Feisty (LSBR Foley) in Spring of 2004. We were so excited to take him home with us. He was a little skiddish at first, but once he got to know people, be wouldn't stop kissing them. He loved running around doggie parks and just followed us everywhere; he always wanted to be with us like a little tail. He filled our life with so much love and beautiful memories. In July 2010, Feisty was diagnosed with Lymphoma and passed away on December 14th, 2010. We miss him terribly.

The Fibingerova Family

Our precious girl Finley crossed the rainbow bridge on March 15, 2012. We were blessed to spend 6 ½ short but wonderful years with her. Our time with her started as “foster failures” because we fell in love with her and couldn’t give her up. She made us smile and laugh with her antics even when we were having a horrible day. She thought everything was a wonderful fun game – chasing the vacuum cleaner, playing with her toys, chewing up expensive text books, chewing up Christmas ornaments hung on the bottom of the tree, disassembling the Christmas tree skirt, opening Christmas presents left under the tree… Finley had a fascination with everything new – each day was a day to see something new and exciting. She had a true joie de vivre and it was contagious. She would race to the window when she heard the garage door to see if it was true – are they home? She would bark with excitement!! – Hooray for a walk! Hooray for treats!! Hooray mom and dad are home!! She was an “all natural” boxer with floppy ears and a tail. She would wear her heart on her shoulder with that tail which was a window into her sweet soul. She, like any boxer, would do the “boxer” wiggle and would turn her butt to the side so much that she hit herself in the face with her tail. She was also a professional drooler – we still find her drool in our car, on our walls – a happy reminder of our girl. She holds a special place in our hearts and is with our friend Chance now waiting on the other side of the rainbow bridge for us to arrive. We miss you!
- Holly, Jerimy and Onyx

Nine years ago we adopted Fletch. The folks who were his foster parents were very taken by Fletch as evidenced when they brought him to our home the final visit. After 9 terrific years we lost Fletch, or Fletcher Boy as he became to be known this past weekend. I wanted to inform his foster family of our loss, and thank them for their part in giving him a fresh start on life. He brought us immeasurable joy. The Kay Family

Fluke Pickard
6 years ago, I received a call from my veterinarian, a white boxer had been abandoned at his clinic with a broken leg, he suspects from a beating. He was unable to set the leg, but referred the clients to another veterinarian. 3 months went by, they did not pick up their dog. I went to the clinic, took one look and fell in love with her. I did however have a houseful of dogs, so decided she would be better placed with a boxer rescue in Houston. The arrangements had been made for 1 week. In the course of that week, my daughter, my husband and I all fell head over heals for Fluke.. she could NOT go to boxer rescue, she was a part of our family now. Fluke had to be treated for heartworms, she had to be spayed, she had been used a puppy mill. After all this was taken care of the vet had said in order to fix the broken leg, he could only at this time do an amputation. I made the arrangements for this procedure and she started using the leg. The vet refused to do the amputation. She had a limp, but could run like the wind. Over the course of the years, Fluke was always by my side, helping care for orphan pups and kittens being brought in. Every where I went, Fluke went to.She was my shadow, sidekick, best friend. She had the most gorgeous crystal blue eyes you've ever seen. She had such comedic ways about her, every one loved Flukey. Last April 2006 she woke up and was falling down, stumbling. We joked with her, that she had better stay away from the liquor cabinet. I actually thought she may have had a stroke as the day went on and her condition worsened. If only that had been the case. Fluke was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Needless to say I was grief stricken. I took her to Gulf Coast Veterinary Clinic in Houston. Her oncologist, Dr. Glen King is WONDERFUL. ( He called her the " Kid" ) Fluke immediately started radiation therapy, 21 total. I had my Flukey back!! She was home, running and playing in the yard, aggravating what ever dog in the house she could, just being her old self again. She continued receiving accupuncture and chinese herbals from Dr Harris at GCVS. In April 2007, we had another CT scan of the tumor ran to make sure all was still going well a year later. The scan showed the tumor had shrank somewhat, but the mass was less defined. Dr King was very pleased. . Sadly, Fluke took ill again in June, vomiting for unknown reasons. After many trips to ER Vet and her own vet, she was diagnosed with Mega Esophagus, in the course of that, the brain tumor reared its ugly head again. She was in and out of the vet clinic and had started radiation treatments again. She fought very hard to be strong and keep living, and I fought right along with her. Despite all the love and care from ALL her docs, the staffs, and us, Flukey just could not fight any longer. She went to Heaven on July 18, 2007. We will all miss her til our dying days. Rest In Peace My Gorgeous Girl, I love you.

Fred came to us late 2008 initially so we could foster. We instantly bonded and not long after that we adopted him. Fred was extremely calm and mild-mannered but he did love to play fetch as well as drink from the garden hose. --Missed by Alex R & family

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