Riley passed away a few days before Christmas. He lasted about three weeks after his cancer diagnosis. He was such an awesome dog, and I'm really disappointed that we didn't get many happy years with him.
Because of some frustration with the rescue organization we'd been working with, we changed gears and adopted a lab rather than another boxer. They called him Brooklyn, but we changed it to Tank. We picked him up this past Saturday and brought him in for his first vet visit yesterday. He's 93 pounds and needs to lose about 20 of it. Other than that, he pulls more than he should on the leash (and with that much weight, he has a lot of pulling power) and he's very interested in the cat. His house manners are fabulous and he learns fairly quickly, so we have high hopes that we can train him to be just the dog we're hoping for.