Benny- 5 years old – Available Now
$350.00
Dog’s Name: Benny
Dog’s Approximate Age: 5 years old
Gender: Male
Dog’s Size: Large (70lbs plus as adult and healthy weight)
Dog’s Weight: 62 lbs.
Tail: Docked (Short)
Good with small dogs?: Yes.
Good with big dogs?: Yes.
Good with cats?: Has not been cat tested.
Good with kids?: Yes, there’s a second grader here, and I’ve met kids ranging from ages 3 to 12 in the neighborhood. I adore them all.
Any medical issues?: My double ear infection is all cleared up now. I’ve had a few teeth removed, but the vet says my gums need to be cleaned to get rid of any debris that collects there. We’ve sent off a fecal exam for testing because Foster Mom suspects I might have worms eating all my food, which could explain why I’m not gaining weight. Other than those pesky worms Foster Mom says we’re going to get rid of… Nope.
Crate trained?: Yes.
House trained?: Yes.
Heartworms?: No.
5/9/2026: Meet Benny — aka Benny Boy, aka BENJAMIN when foster mom means business.
Hi, I’m Benny: a handsome white boxer gentleman, professional snack enthusiast, toy collector, and recent convert to the luxurious indoor spoiled-dog lifestyle. I was found wandering as a stray, which was fine I guess, but I have now decided that couches, air conditioning, and people who adore me are much more my speed. The shelter says I’m around 5-ish years old, but I prefer to think of myself as experienced, distinguished, and still fully capable of zoomies.
Since being rescued, I have endured what I consider to be a deeply rude amount of maintenance. The humans fed me, fixed me up, cleaned my teeth, removed a few bad ones, took my balls (yes, literally), and packed my ears full of sticky medicine to treat a double ear infection. The good news: my follow-up appointment says my ears are now sparkling clean and infection-free. I would still like to file a formal complaint, but apparently being healthy is “worth it.”
I still need to gain a little weight, but foster mom says that should be no problem because I am extremely committed to eating. In fact, I love food so much that my sponsor had to send me a weighted food bowl after I kept shoving my regular one across the floor like a hockey puck. Right now I’m also waiting on results from what I can only describe as a very invasive poop investigation to see whether worms are interfering with my gains, but my vet team is already on top of it.
Even after all the poking, prodding, and personal violations, I remain the definition of a good boy. I love hugs, enjoy playing with toys, and I am especially devoted to my ball and my octopus toy. Foster mom says I’m sweet, goofy, affectionate, and full of that classic boxer charm that makes people fall in love fast. I say she is correct.
I currently live in what foster mom calls “a literal zoo” with two adults, one child, and four dogs of various sizes and attitudes. I get along wonderfully with everyone — even the feisty Frenchie who seems committed to starting unnecessary drama. Personally, I prefer to laugh it off and invite everyone to play. I’m also a big fan of the indoor life, mostly because my beautiful white coat makes me sensitive to the sun, but also because being inside near my people is exactly where I belong.
Foster mom says I’m available for adoption anytime, but I suspect she’s secretly buying time while she figures out how to turn the Frenchie into a white boxer so she can keep me forever. She does want me to put on a little more weight before I head out, but if you’re looking for a loving, funny, easygoing boxer who wants nothing more than snacks, toys, cuddles, and a forever family, I may just be your perfect match. 💕🐕🐾❤💕
