it often happens in life, it was a coincidence
that I found my way to the Boxers. Animals
were always part of my life. My first big
love were horses but, unfortunately, the Second
World War destroyed my dreams, our home and
all animals during one of those infernal bombing
nights. We had also lost our shepherd and
my parents desperately searched another dog
for me, what was very difficult at that time.
they found an eight-year-old Scottie and after
him came two Skye terrier puppies (Putzi
It was a disaster - we had lost one of them
from distemper and the tiny Putzi suffered
tremendously from loneliness. By chance, we
quickly discovered a very young Boxer bitch
puppy. She was able to save Putzi's life.
With her overwhelming temperament she gave
Putzi back the necessary vitality and kick
out of life.
In l952 we took our Uganda
von der Fischerhütte
to the Boxer Klub ev München to present
her to her breeder Mr.
who was the breed warden of the Club at that
time. Encouraged by many other Bremen Boxer
people we traveled with great expectations
from one show to the next, not knowing anything
about the Standard requirements, nor we knew
the breeding goals. I personally found it
chic and a great thrill to present Uganda
in competition. She finally won the most difficult
title of Klubsiegerin.
A short time after, my father felt very sorry
for a poor young male which was treated very
badly. He brought home Pirol
and a year after this dog was Bundessieger
l954. We - all three of the Rezewski family
stood beside ourselves with joy, pride and
enthusiasm - of course we thought our two
champions were unbeatable!
time came when I showed off too much with
my beautiful photo-album under the arm full
of shots of the greatest two winners in the
world. It was time that Herr Helbig
had to bring firm ground under my feet again.
He introduced me to the Grand Old Lady of
the Boxer, Mrs. Friederun Stockmann,
I attended the meetings of Atibox (Association
Technique Internationale Du Boxer) and in
company of Mr. Helbig I also felt honored
to visit the leading Boxer Kennels of that
time in England. On our way back to Germany
I was deeply lost in reflections on comparing
our dogs at home with the Witherford Boxers
I had seen at Pat Withers'.
In the beginning I had some difficulties to
sort out the differences, but half a year
later I felt fit for the battle and asked
Pat Withers for a young male. I had made up
my mind to try to breed a similar type of
Boxer at home. And, indeed, I was very lucky,
that the young l4 weeks old puppy dog Witherford
put me on a new basis for my later life with