Back in August I went with friends to a psychic faire in York. We stayed overnight at the home of a FOAF. In addition to having an enjoyable time (you never get over slumber parties) I got to spend time with a boxer of delightful disposition named "Princess Sally."
Princess Sally is a very lucky boxer indeed, to have the mommy and daddy she does. She has a congenital malformation of her right forepaw that required a several surgeries to correct to the point where she was able to walk. It's not a perfect job, but when she walks or stands it almost looks like she's in heels.
Were it not for her owners, she would likely have been put down by the breeder.
