Well, folks, it is I, Sherman, the greatest Boxer ever. That's right......I am. You see, I am so confident in my ability to find a human that I was found strolling down I-45 looking for just the right person. Thankfully, the nice humans at Houston Boxer Rescue convinced me that walking down the highway is NOT the way to secure myself a forever home, so here I am, writing my bio. First and foremost: I am smart. So smart. I learn quickly, and I do that because I want to please my people with my amazing abilities. Not gonna lie, I don't particularly care for those things that meow and knock Christmas trees over. They just aren't my type of animal. Also, and I know for some of you this may mean you aren't my forever family, but smaller humans are not really my favorite. I'm pretty strong, and they just cannot keep up. I would most like humans who have had dogs in the past who look like I do......you know the type. Boxer humans are the best type of humans around! They understand when I want to jump and play, and they know that I'll be a clown until the day I have to tell you good-bye. But let's not talk about sad stuff like that! Let's talk about how in my foster home, I have this wonderful metal den (the humans call it a "crate"). I don’t like the crate too much. I will bark and howl when I’m left alone. I need an active family, preferably a runner! I need to run off all this energy!  Have I told you how smart I am? Yeah. I am. All right Boxer lovers, who's ready to take me into their home and heart forever and ever Amen?????