Beautiful boxer. I grew up with a boxer. Door to door salesmen were afaid of him, but he was a gentle fella. It was the smaller "heinz 57" that would go for the leg if he thought one of us kids were in danger or being hurt. I lived in the country, but 3 other families in the community had boxers. My brother had one--she was a sweetheart, but sneaky and could scale an 8 foot fence. Now my sister's son has one. She loves to romp, but she is not a dainty thing and makes a bunch of noise thumping around the house.