Cubby's Story

Everyone knows that a girl boxer has to be the boss. My friend Cairo (a girl boxer) has requested that I tell you my story. So here it goes - just for Cairo.

The beginning part of my life is a mystery that I am not going to tell. Last spring, I was found running the streets of Texas with a cute girl boxer. Animal control took me to the shelter and told Legacy Boxer Rescue that we were patiently waiting there.

Legacy volunteers raced to my rescue and took me to a very nice foster home, where they named me Jedi and my friend Jinx. Jinx was not spayed, but I was already neutered. Jinx and I were best buds until she got spayed. After that, she did not like me. She even put a scar on the top of my head. Legacy decided we should be split up.

I ended up in Vasha's house with her boxers, Kaiser and Lola. I stayed there for about a month, going to pet fairs and being a perfect little gentleman. One day, we went for a long drive to meet some people and their dog. When I got there, there were two ladies and a huge fuzzy black dog waiting to meet me. Dakota (the fuzzy dog) and I had a great time playing. Then I got smart. I went up to meet one of the ladies. She got down on one knee, and I put my paws around her neck and started kissing her. I was set!

Vasha did not let me go home with the ladies, though. I had to have a tumor taken off my neck first. It took a whole week, and I had to go to another pet fair. Fortunately, the ladies picked me up at the pet fair, bought me a cute blue harness, and took me home. Since I didn't answer to Jedi, they didn't feel bad about changing my name to Cubby (the smallest and cutest Mouseketeer - or named for the Chicago Cubs if they ever have a good year).

And that is the story of how I came to live with the mommies and Dakota. They suspect I was out on the streets a little while because I always want to check out the trash in the street and in the dumpsters. I also have a crooked back leg and scars on my neck and legs. I'll never tell the real story. My good life started the day that Legacy saved me! To repay them, I convinced the moms to start helping out with other boxers who needed help.

Now go make a donation to Legacy for saving your buddy Cubby. Be sure to tell them I sent you!