Welcome to Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue

Ziggy
When I first saw Ziggy on the website, I wasn’t looking for another dog. I was looking for a friend who lost his dog earlier in the year. Ziggy was much too big for my friend, so I kept looking for him, but I just couldn’t get Ziggy out of my head. I’d keep on looking on the website to see if someone adopted the big boy. Nobody had. Finally, I just couldn’t stand it no more. He needed a home, Lolly my other rescue boxer, needed a playmate and I needed another friend. Ziggy was the perfect gentle giant. Just so sweet and loving. He was super laid back and chill and just went with the flow. Lolly and him became best friends instantly. He didn’t mind her excited energy and she didn’t mind his laid back style. Yin and Yang if you will. They would play and play in the back yard chasing each other around and around and then they would lay together and sometimes lay on each other lovingly. I’d even catch them giving each other kisses every once in awhile. I am so honored to have had Ziggy in my life. I couldn’t have asked for a better companion for me and for Lolly. He was a big boy, but his heart was even bigger and I know we’ll miss him dearly.

Pickles
Stephanie D: I was Mr. Pickles first foster. I saw his ears in the picture from the shelter and I was hooked. He came to me scared, extremely sick and weak. I took the time to advocate for an ER visit on his first day with me and that was the best thing to help him at first. He ended up needing to be neutered fast due to an infection on his gherkins and it was discovered he had cancer. Once that painful stuff was removed, he became a dog and it was fun to see him grow in that regard. Mr. Pickles played with toys and tried to play with my boys. He loved cuddles, ripping up toys to make it snow inside, and just being by his human in general. Unfortunately, He continued to be weak in his back legs and it was really hard for him to climb stairs, so I made the decision to find a foster that did not have stairs or as many stairs in their home. This boy blessed my heart and will always live there with the others that I have loved that have passed on. Michele K: Pickles was a sweet pup. During his short time with RCBR, he loved being in the same room as where all the activity was taking place, even better if he got to say hi to visitors and then curl up in a soft dog bed. He enjoyed barking at whatever his pup family was barking at and playing with a tennis ball. Pickles did not let his muscle weakness slow him down - he loved being outside and exploring the yard. Pickles is missed by his people and pup family.

Addie Lou
"I am beyond devastated my sweet Addie Lou passed away yesterday. She was the light of my life, and I feel so empty without her. She was my one in a million dog. The only thing she ever asked was to be right by my side. I know that Cade will always refer to Addie as “I once had this amazing dog growing up”. We had a daily routine, and we savored every minute of it. She taught me to be present, to love unconditionally and to be grateful for the simplest things in life; ironically, they are also the things that made me the happiest. She reminded me our time is borrowed so enjoy every moment. We had a lot of fun adventures in our life together, memories I will cherish for the rest of my life. She loved going on walks, hikes, camping, being on the boat, going for rides and snuggling on my lap. She was fiercely loyal, protective and my best friend. I never thought that the pain would be so intense. But at the same time, maybe it's so intense because the love was too. Loving you changed my life and loosing you has done the same. The bond I shared with you was the stuff of legend. It was truly an honor to be yours. THANK YOU for the beautiful ride-forever wouldn’t have been long enough with you. You will forever be my pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. Love & miss you forever my sweet girl!"

Diesel/Goof
GOOF (fka Diesel) Bio: Goof was the sweetest dog I have ever owned, I adopted him and found out shortly after that I was pregnant. We spent 2020 on walks and hikes through the woods near our house in Connecticut and on a road trip to Utah to visit my family. If you asked if he wanted to go for a walk, you had to be ready. Even walking near or touching the leash would result in "boings," he would leap straight up int the air and continue with as many high jumps as he could (record of 8 in a row). Goof was never far away, he followed me everywhere. We ran every errand together, snuggled, cooked together, ran, walk, and played. When the baby came he was so eager to be the "big brother, " he was so gently and loving. He spent the long nights awake with me and the baby, participated readily in "tummy time" and seemed very happy to be a part of a family that loved and wanted him. We took him on many trips in the northeast so he could see the world and expand his horizons beyond the broken down car he lived in while in Ohio. He loved the ocean, sleeping outside during a nice sunset or fall day with a light breeze, and car rides. His favorite food was freshly grilled steak and the Babybel cheese in the red wax. He hated his nails done and it cost 1/4 of a Babybel cheese per nail in the beginning. lol. I loved walking Goof, i loved that he was happy, even when he started needing his wheelchair. I would carry him around the house and he was a big rag doll, happy to just go limp and let me care for him. Everyone loved Goof, he was a regular at the local coffee shop. He declined the milk bone but liked the whipped cream. He came to work with me and snoozed by my desk and accepted scratches from all the employees. It's hard to write this bio and express everything Goof truly was, there is just such a big hole in my heart and life right now. Why he passed: Goof was a pretty happy and healthy boy when we adopted him, he gained weight and was very active for about 2 years. He became progressively weaker in the rear legs and after some testing we realized he had DM. I wanted to give him the best prognosis possible so we did physical therapy and laser therapy for another 6 months until it was apparent he was losing the ability to walk without assistance. We got him his wheelchair and continued our 2 walks a day plus his therapies. His favorite thing in life was going on walks and I was going to make sure that part of his life never changed. He did really well for another 12 months in the wheelchair but he began losing weight rapidly. (10 pounds in 2 months), all his testing (bloodwork, ultrasound, x-rays) were all normal). His appetite was finicky but he was hand fed all his meals for over a year and would eat if you sat with him and fed him. As you probably know, with the loss of his legs he was fecal and urinary incontinent and needed bladder expression 4-6 times a day. He got frequent bladder infections the last 3 months which I managed but towards the end I could not control it, cultures showed resistance to most antibiotics. It was hard medicating him because then the medicine upset his stomach and he wouldn't eat. I gave him up to 2-4 baths a day to keep him fresh and clean, washed his beds (2) daily to keep them rotated. Goofs legs began to fail in the front and he was getting weaker and tired. I knew that this point that it was getting unfair and only a large amount of meds were keeping him comfortable. I reached out to Tracy (foster mom) and she made me feel like the hard choice I had been contemplating was right. She said, " The most loving choice we ever get to make is letting them go with dignity, knowing how much our heats will break. " My heat is broken but I could not be selfish, especially to such a selfless and kind friend. He passed peacefully, full of beef brisket and cheese, on 7/24/23

Lexi
After we lost our first boxer in March 2022, my daughter and I knew we’d get another one someday, but I wasn’t sure how soon was too soon. I looked online here and there but nothing stuck out until Lexi. Exactly 3 months to the day after our first boxer past, we were driving a few hours away to meet Lexi. I was nervous how she’d be with us and Thor. SHE WAS PERFECT!!! She walked up to Thor and they acted like they have been together forever. No new dog barking, just walked with each other. She was loving on my daughter and the rest is history. When she first walked in the house, she walked straight to my bedroom and jumped on my bed and laid down. She knew she found her forever home. Second day we had her, her and Thor walked perfectly on the double leash. She loved to snuggle up to us. She didn’t like being kissed on the snoot but loved her forehead kissed. If you made the kissing sound, she’d come running and put her forehead by your lips. She loved everyone and every dog. She loved all our mini road trips we took. We did some fostering and she loved to snuggle with those dogs too. She used to run wild and play rough in thr yard with her fur siblings. Sadly, Thor passed away in April 2023, Lexi had a rough time. We took her to doggy daycare and had dog play dates but she never “played and ran” with another dog since Thor passed. We bought our first pop up camper in May and Lexi was in Heaven. We had out in our back yard and I’d just leave the camper door open and she’d go run in and lay on the bed and people watch. Of all the time we had Lexi, I think she was the happiest in the camper. We slept in the camper for 3 weeks straight because otherwise she’d cry at the door to go outside. We made the decision to get a puppy and let Lexi help pick out which one. She loved her new sister Rory. We went to visit the new puppy every week to let them get to know each other. She ran and played with her a little. On August 3rd, Lexi has her first seizure and the vet put her on meds and a week later she ended up having 8 in one day. She passed away at home August 11th at the young age of 6. We were blessed to have her for 431 days.