A Forever Home: Jagger Finds a New Pack

I’ve got another great Happy Ending to share with you today from Erica Gagne Glaze, the blogger for Farming Fort Collins!

So here’s where I confess to you that most of my life I considered myself a cat person. I love pretty much everything furry but never had a dog of my own, until the day I adopted a boxer and fell head-over-heels for that ridiculous, goofy, and affectionate pup. Thus began my love of boxers, and my love of dogs.

So it was my love of boxers caused me to get very excited when Erica told me about her boxer pack, and I just couldn’t wait to read her boxeriffic Happy Ending! I hope you enjoy it, too!

New Pack Member

I can’t help it. Sometimes I just randomly cruise the shelter websites. Just looking. Really, just to look. One day I came upon a boxer. My husband and I have two boxers we purchased from a breeder. They are a year apart and from the same mother. They are amazing. But I do have a soft spot for the rescue dogs. My last dog was from a shelter. I found him days before he would have been put down and brought him home the day after Thanksgiving over a decade ago. He was my companion for over ten years and made the move from the east coast to Colorado with me. He passed in the spring of 2009. That fall my husband bought me a boxer puppy. We were hooked. The next year, same time in November, we added puppy number two.

So, in cruising through the shelter sites I saw a boxer at Larimer Humane Society. I told my husband I couldn’t believe there was this beautiful boxer available. We marinated on the idea but weren’t ready to commit to three dogs. Shortly after I went back to the website. The original boxer was not there but there was another. Again, we talked about who could give up a boxer? Yes, when we are outside on our 4 ½ acres they run around like maniacs and love to wrestle and play. They are goofy and jokesters. But indoors they love to nap and be close to their humans and pile up with each other on my reading chair. What could be the problem?

This little guy wasn’t getting out of my head. So, the day after Thanksgiving, first thing, I went to the shelter. I think I was an hour early. My husband told me to call and we would talk about it. Now he tells me he knew I was coming back with a new pack member.


When I got to the shelter and saw him he was the sweetest and most curious fella. And he was 20 pounds underweight, after the shelter had put a couple pounds on him. A total bag of bones.  He was released by his owner and had never been to a vet. Well, you know where I’m heading right. I called my husband and said we are coming home. “Rocky” spent the ride to the vet and then home with his head in my lap. I’m easy. He hooked me big.


Since that visit we realized he had not spent any time outdoors, and his feet would bleed just walking across the driveway. His records said that he liked to run away and play “catch me”. Well, if I wasn’t let out too much I would make the most of it and run around too. That behavior stopped once he realized he could go out and run and play for extended times. We also had to do some quick fence fixing. Seems this guy can leap over 5 ½ foot fences with ease. So our Fort Knox pen needed some upgrades and fast!


He is white and pale. His fur is thin but getting thicker, which allows you to see his pink skin and black dots under his fur. He has a black Charlie Chan mustache and what I call a Clockwork Orange eye. He dances around like a lanky pasty skinny Brit I know, so we re-named him Jagger, after his famous moves.


Jagger is now at his ideal weight, and has incorporated himself into the pack. We have had a couple scraps between the boys. I have an alpha male and Jagger had his testicles until he was rescued, which is somewhere in the vicinity of 2-4 years old. They needed to figure out who was the leader. We also had a lot of folks ask if he was deaf. I didn’t realize why until a friend of ours who grew up raising boxers explained. The white dogs are prone to deafness, blindness and developmental deficiencies. They are usually put down at birth because of this. So far, this guy has none of those issues, but we do keep a close eye on any changes we notice. I did however learn from my last shelter dog, who progressively went blind starting at two, that they are amazingly adaptable. 

And no one gives us the love this guy does. There is something different about a rescue. The loyalty, the companionship, the reciprocal love. Jagger makes the best truck dog on our farm. He has been a great addition. So, instead of Black Friday shopping at the mall, I vote for Black Friday, and everyday shopping at the shelter.


The pack: Jagger with Ananda (the fawn colored male on top) and Prajna (the reverse brindle female).

Share your happy ending!

I’d love to share your story and feature your pet on Tails of Fort Collins- just send me an email at chrysta@tailsoffortcollins.com !

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  • http://foodembrace.com Andrea

    Oh gawd I love boxers! His face is just too cute. :) What a great story! Our first rescue was a boxer/pitt mix and our second rescue is a boxer. They are such loves, I hope I am lucky enough to always have one in my life.

    • Chrysta Bairre

      I agree completely, Andrea! Boxers are such amazing dogs and I love them, dearly. I can’t imagine not getting hooked on boxers after living with one. :)