It’s quite frustrating when the cognoscenti talk about a Boxer by its call name, which you don’t know, and which bears no relationship to its registered name. I’ve followed the linking method and it works well.

Cindy was a plain, fawn gal with a wonderful, characteristic Boxer disposition. She was a exemplary dam and lived to eleven, dying of mammary ca. I buried her in the yard, as I did for all of them until these last years, when I’ve had them cremated and buried their ashes at home.

She remains beautiful to me although, perhaps, not quite illustrating the Standard.

Next came Tam, Wardrobe’s Imago, breaking the rule I just propounded, from the Wilson Wileys, of Wardrobe’s fame. She was a pretty brindle, dying young of renal failure, secondary to leptospirosis … vaccines were less efficient then. We also got Silver, Wardrobe’s Silver Gauntlet, from Margie Hemery, who’d brought him with her from UK. He was a stag red fawn.

We bred several litters of puppies, which were creditable although not show winners