What a sweetie! I love boxers.
My aunt had a boxer as I was growing up. She was the smartest dog ever. They lived on a lake and she would swim to each boat looking for my uncle when it was time for dinner.
When my cousins went off to college, my aunt could not understand why the dog was crying at one intersection all the time when in the car. The boys admitted they always stopped at the ice cream stand at the intersection to get her a baby cone.