Boxer Rescue Of Central Kansas-BROCK

10/02/2026

10/01/2026

So I had to say "Goodbye" to one of the good ones last night.
I rescued Simba July, 9th, 2024. He was 11 years old at the time. He had spent his entire life...11 years living in an un-insulated garage, with no heat, no air, no fan, no bed, no blankets...just the door cracked just enough to see the world go by...if he pressed himself flat on the concrete floor. It was a very hot day, and this poor dog was filthy, smelled horrible. He had ear infections in both ears, was greasy and gritty to the touch. He had nails so long they were curved under his feet, and he had a big, fleshy tumor hanging off of his foot. He had to litterally flip it out of the way to be able to step with that foot. He came up to me, having never met me before, paused, looked me in the eye, then turned and leaned his whole body weight into my legs, and just stayed there for the longest time. I agreed on the spot to take him on.
I had to come back the next day to grab him to run him to my vet to get him checked out and up to date before i brought him home. He was already happy to see me and trotted right out to my truck like we were old friends. I loaded him up and put his window down a bit, and by the time we hit the first corner, he had his head out the window, sun on his face, and his eyes closed just taking it in.
I got him into surgery the following week to remove the tumor, trim his nails back, and deep clean his ears, to try to get a handle on those infections.
I went thru 4 bottles of medicated shampoo and dozens of baths, trying to get the smell, grit, and slime off of him. I am convinced he had never been bathed, had his ears cleaned, nor had his nails trimmed in his life.
A few months into his stay with me, his belly started swelling and appeard to be filling with fluid. The vet visit revealed that he was in advanced congestive heart failure and was drowning in his own juices. Amazingly the meds the vet prescribed worked unbelievably well. His belly went down, his energy went back up. (to that of an active, healthy sloth)
Through all of this, he was still the sweetest, most appreciative little old man you have ever met. His sweet innocent amber eyes just stared right into your soul as he leaned into your legs.
He absolutely adored having fur siblings. He was so social, and would work the room checking on every one, making sure everybody was OK. He loved to go the park when i would take a load of dogs for their nightly PT. He would just mosey around, checking all of his peemails, and making various deposits. He loved his custom, high fashion pajamas and would even snarl when it was time to take them off to wash them.
A few weeks back he started having problems with his balance, and acting very confused. He was looking around as if he was seeing things, and walking into corners and getting lost and confused. Another trip to the vet revealed an inner ear infection, and yet again, the meds helped amazingly well. Last week, he suddenly started panting heavily, and got very weak and shaky. Struggling to stand up and walk. Unfortunately his home has many stairs, so adjustments had to be made so he could still get around. Then late last week he stopped eating. He even started turning his nose up at his favorites. You could see his body was failing quickly, he was tired, and it was time. We loved on him all day and kept his mood light. As is standard on these days, I bring home a pound of brisket from Hog Wild, and surprisingly enough, he LOVED it. My mother, the director of our Geriatric wing had taught him to eat off a fork over the past few days, trying to get him to eat. And he had that entire pound of brisket, off of a fork. Like a boss!!
My amazing vet Dr. Julie Thompson Evans made a house call at nearly 10PM, after a day full of surgeries, to make sure Simba had a smooth send off. He passed in his living room, surrounded by his fur siblings and the people who loved him the most, and who had spent the past 27 months trying everything in our power to make sure the rest of his life was everything the first 11 years was not.
Rest easy sweet boy,
And Goodbye Old Friend!
B

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09/29/2026

It appears I may have scared some folks off with my last post. Apparently it iwas just too many words to bother reading the whole post, so I will try to keep this one short and to the point.

After nearly dying on Christmas Eve this last year, due to an undiagnosed heart condition, I ended up having to have a procedure to fix my heart on May 14th, 2026.

Of this $400,000 procedure (Thank GOD I have good insurance!) My share, out of pocket was $9,000.

This procedure was one week after I ended up spending $6,000 trying to save Abel, before finding out he was terminal.

Just a month earlier I had spent about $3,300 putting on a fundraiser event for 2 other regional rescues, that ended up not raising hardly any money at all.

Through all of the normal day to day expenses, and routine vetting for so many dogs, I currently have a $1,700 unpaid balance at my vet’s office.

As I stated in my last post, if you made it to the end, you would have seen I have rescued 3 pups in the past few weeks.

Fargo, Bauer, and Mugger (Was Sir Buttersworth or some s**t!)
All 3 of these pups were full of intestinal parasites, hook worms, whip worms, and round worms. All 3 were also completely un-vetted and needed all of their vaccines. All 3 males were also still intact, needing neuters, and Fargo and Mugger are also Heartworm positive, needing a long and expensive treatment to save their lives.

So far, Fargo is fully vetted, de-wormed, and neutered. He has started his pre-treatment phase of his HW treatment. He starts his heavy treatment on 10/14. Mugger has been de-wormed, and has just begun his pre-treatment phase, and goes in this Friday for blood work to see if we are safe to move on to the next phase, as he seems to have a very heavy load of HW. Bauer has been de-wormed, and goes in for his complete vetting next Wed. His neuter will be at a later date as we are working on his conditioning.

Tonight I have my vet coming to my house to do an in-home euthanasia, and will have to also cover that, and a cremation.

All of this is out of pocket, and unfortunately that pocket is tapped.

I REALLY NEED TO SELL SOME SHIRTS TO RAISE SOME FUNDS!

I have a small handful of shirts I owe a few folks, but do not have enough on order, to place a new order with my vendor.

With winter coming up, I am hoping some folks are looking for some new school clothes, hoodies for the cool weather, or maybe gift ideas for your friends and family.

One half of the cost of the shirts goes to making the shirt, and the other half goes to covering rescue expenses. Yes these are the shirts I am also trying to sell to help with my building fund, but for now that is on hold, as I have these immediate needs.

Below is the shirt information, and ordering instructions. If you are interested in helping, but would feel better helping directly with my vetting expenses, my vet’s office would be happy to take a payment over the phone to apply towards my balance, or upcoming care.

Ark Valley Animal Hospital
Dr. Julie Evans DVM
122 N. Park Ave.
Valley Center, Ks. 67147
(316)-201-6690

Shirts:
Available in black, white, teal, navy blue, red, pink, and gray. (Other colors may be avail. ask)

T-Shirts/ Ladies V necks $30
+$5 for XXL+
Shipping $5 per shirt

Hooded Sweatshirts (pullover or Zip up)
$50.00
+$5 for XXL+
Shipping $8 per hoodie.

Kids t-shirts
Sizes Small thru Large.
$25.00

Please note color of shirt, # of design, color of design, size of shirt.

Please provide your shipping address, email, and Phone Number.

#1. St. Nix (Blk or Wht)
#2. PROTECTOR (Blk or Wht)
#3. State Logo (Blk or Wht)
#4. Natural ears White
#5. Natural ears Black
#6. Cropped ears White
#7. Cropped ears Black
#8. Puppy White
#9. Puppy Black
#10. Home Rescue Logo (comes in Blk & Wht)
#11. Network-comes on chest of all shirts.

PayPal.me/MayhemProductions

Please like, comment, share this post, and invite you other dog loving family and friends to the page, so we can continue to try to grow our reach. We NEED your help.
B

09/17/2026

So...a little bit of info...i am tagged and copied on dozens of dogs a week, near and far, that I truly wish I could help, but I have to decline, because I have a full load of dogs in rescue. I then get questioned alot about why i don't post a lot of dogs that are up for adoption, if i have a full load, and the not so short answer is...because over the past 8 years of doing this, I have come across a lot of dogs in very bad shape, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I stepped up to rescue those pups, knowing they would be hard cases to resolve. Knowing that they were not quick flips, that i could wham, bam, thank you maam, and on to the next one. Many had serious illnesses, cripling injuries, and chronic health issues that would take months and months to resolve, if ever. Over the past 8 years I have taken in dogs that I have spent thousands of dollars out of my own pocket, spent huge chunks of time rehabbing, and that never received a single inquiry, a single application, a single meet request the entire time I have had them.

After this kind of time and effort, these dogs become a part of your family, a part of the rescue, and just because no one wanted them...what?? Am i supposed to just toss them back into the shelter, turn loose on the street, or hand off to a less than stellar adopter, just so i can be done with them? So i can divert their care to another??

NEVER EVEN CROSSED MY MIND.

I do things a little different from the big rescues you see posting all of the time. It is exciting to follow a high volume rescue, and see the constant flows of new dogs, the never ending stream of sad stories, the daily requests for supplies and financial donations, and the army of followers liking, sharing, and commenting. Don't get me wrong, they do amazing work and save a lot of dogs, but many times it is all done from afar, coordinated and placed but folks who have never even met the dog.

Most of those larger rescues have legions of volunteers, and fosters, and transporters, and specialists...and financial support...i have none of these. I am a small 2 person, personally funded operation. I find the dogs that I am best equipped to help, I drive cross country to rescue the dogs, I bring them home and evaluate them. I set up their veterinary care, I transport them to their appts, I scrape the funds together to pay for everything they need. I take them home and make them a part of the pack. I carry out the recommended rehab for each dog. I provide for all of their needs. I evaluate their progress and adjust our routines to maximize their recovery. I do the feeding, cleaning, bathing, nail trims, socialization, training, exercising, application review, adopter interviews, reference checks, home inspections, transport to their new homes, provide support to the dog and their adopters...and in some cases I continue their care for the rest of their lives, and then deal with the aftermath beyond that.

My elderly mother, Karen helps take care of my geriatric/hospice cases. She helps handle med regimens, makes home made treats, makes sure they all have comfy pajamas, and soft blankets, and she showers them with love so they can remain comfortable while i am at work or on the road.

Several of the long term residents i have suffer from crippling anxiety leading to destructive behavior, extremely dog selective, high prey drives, horrible fear from abuse and neglect. Many things that made placing them nearly impossible, yet at the same time, some how, when i hobble all of these rejects together in a rag tag pack, they all work out together some how.

Here is a quick rundown of my roster, just to give you an idea of my day to day.

(If they have an (S) after their name, it means they are Sanctuary residents and not up for adoption any longer.)

1. Louie, 4-5 y.o. Great Pyrnese. (We call hom a rare Arctic Boxer) 115lbs of pure floof. Very Sweet, protective baby. Has great LGD instincts but has never been trained in what to do with those instincts.

2. Penny, 5 y.o. deafie. Sweet as pie, takes a while to let her guard down. Does great with other dogs to show her the ropes. Amazing personality in there once she lets it out, very skiddish.

3. Simba, (S) 13 year old pittie. Spent his whole life, 11 years kept in an uninsulated garage, with the door open 3-4", just enough to see the world passing by, if he laid down and pressed his face into the gap. Has been dealing with congestive heart failure for almost 2 years now. (Expensive meds are amazing) chronic inner and outer ear infections, had a tennis ball sized tumor removed from his front foot. Nails so over grown he had to walk on them, as they curled under his pads.

4. Sadie May, (S) 6 almost 7 y.o. sweetheart with a psycho switch. She will smile and wiggle and charm you, but once you have made eye contact with her, you have challenged her, and now she will eat your face.

5. Riggs, (S) 9 y.o. high anxiety stress ball. Extremely destructive if left alone works himself into a lather at every chance. Has been on Prozac for years. Has to be run daily to keep the demons at bay.

6. Bitty, (S) almost 9 y.o. came in with lascerations in both eyeballs. Took a year to heal her eyes after double grid keratotomies. Ended up being my puppy ambassador and conditioning coach. Her uncanny knack for understanding the condition of each sick dog i brought home, and to be able to meet them where they are , and then adjust her activity with them to match their changing levels of conditioning made her an irreplacable asset to the rsscue. She is now retired.

7. Coco, (S) almost 14 y.o. baby. She is the ooey gooey center of my heart. I rescued her in 2018 from a crack house in KC, for the cost of a carton of cigartettes. She is missing 4 toes and most of her left rear foot, so she walks with that foot held up. No one wanted her because she was disabled. To this day she is still my most active, playful, loving pup.

8. Fargo, 3 yead old baby. 48lbs
I just rescued him a few weeks ago. He came in unvetted, filthy, covered in fleas, intact with all the bad behavior, full of hook worms and whip worms, as well as heart worms. We have since gotten him up to date on all vaccines, dewormed, de-flea'd, neutered, and he has started his heart worm treatment. He goes in tomorrow for phase II, heart worm meds and observation. Already into him.for $1300.

9. Bauer, 2-3 y.o. 68lbs
I just rescued him the week before Fargo. Came in intact, unvetted, full of hook worms and whip worms. Luckily no heart worms. Very sweet boy, but working on his confidence and conditioning. He has been dewormed, and is scheduled for his full vetting 9/21. Neuter pending.

10. Sir Mayweather...(Stupidest name i have ever heard!) 4 year old, 56lbs.
I just rescued him yesyerday from the local Wichita Animal Services where he was scheduled to be euthanized die to having heart worms and a heart murmur. We just started his vetting. He is intact, unvetted, and has heart worms and a murmur. He also has a golf ball sized mass on his lumbar spine that will need to be removed. Dsspite all of this, he is the sweetest, best behaved baby i have had the pleaaure to rescue in years.

Please like, comment, and share to help me reach the far ends of this cyber world so we can help more pups
Thanks,
Brock

Boxer Rescue Of Central Kansas-BROCK

Boxer Rescue Of America

09/15/2026

Anyone near Portsmouth, Ohio? These faces are killing me. If only I was born rich, instead of so damn good looking...

09/14/2026

This is Abel. I rescued him in Southern Illinois on 12/20/2020. This big, scared baby came to me hand-shy, scared of men, and horrified by brooms, which I can only imagine why, but in time, became the sweetest, most involved, gentle, protective best friend I have ever had.
He was my rock thru my wife passing away, and the subsequent crumbling of my whole world in the months that followed. At my lowest, he was at my side, offering his quiet warmth to help heal my heart. At my highest, he was always ready with a smile and a full body wiggle, ready for whatever life had in store.
He had always been a big muscular boy. An absolutely stunning creature.
In late March of this year, it became obvious that Abel was losing weight, but being a warm spring, and the fact that we had already been running more, the weight loss wasn’t completely out of the realm of normal. In April the weight loss continued, So we started looking for the cause. Over the next month we took stool samples, blood samples, abdominal x rays because it seemed like a possible blockage, but found nothing. Then we did an abdominal and thoracic ultrasound, and still nothing. Next we moved on to a set of xrays, with a barium swallow study, and then a set of xrays with barium swallow study, with food, which showed some possible blockage of the pyloric sphincter, but we needed to get a better look at it, so I scheduled an Endoscopy at a bigger vet clinic. At the appointment, the vet explained if they found something in the Endoscopy, they would have to open him up to address it, and explained that an exploratory surgery would cost about the same as the Endoscopy, and if they found something, they would already have him open and could address any issues immediately, and would save me the double charge, so I agreed. By this time it was critical as his weight loss had become so extreme, I was not sure he was going to make it thru the next week, if we didn’t find something to address soon, as he was not eating anything at all by this point. The 2nd week of May we did a full exploratory procedure, with multiple biopsies. We got answers, but not what we wanted to see. After $6,000 in testing, poking, and prodding him for a month, it came back that he had very advanced Intestinal Lymphoma, Pancreatitis, and Ulcerative Colitis. He was literally starving to death in front of me.
I got him home after his surgery, and was just gutted. My baby boy was not only dying from cancer, but I just put him through a major surgery, and now he was cut from stem to stern, and now dealing that pain as well. I felt like I completely betrayed him, trying so hard to save him. He was so sore, it made my body cringe thinking of the pain he had to be feeling.
By the next morning, he was up and getting around pretty well. Moving a little gingerly, but happy, wagging nub, smiling, and ready to go. By the second day he was acting like nothing had happened. Apparently the large dose of Prednisone made him respond so incredibly well. We figured out that he could eat canned food, and it wouldn’t stick in his stomach, so he was able to pass it. His appetite was back, and he was eating like a horse. Unfortunately he wasn’t getting much nutrition from it, as it was just passing through him, but he was getting enough that he was feeling better. His energy was back, his ribs started filling back in, and his coat looked great. For 2 months he ate like a horse, was a happy, wiggly baby who was excited to go with the pack, and run each night. He would fetch his football, and then carry it around the park as I walked, and as I ran the other pups. He would fetch his football, and run it back to me and smile, every time. I knew he was still dying, and there was nothing we could do, but he was still happy, and active, so I kept him moving as long as I possibly could.
On July 9th, it all changed. He suddenly started just passing water, and stopped eating again. This time, we tried all of the tricks we had used before, but he turned his nose up to all of his favorite people food. His energy dropped pretty quickly and it became painfully obvious it was his time. On July 11th, we spent the day playing with his ball on the bed. We went out and got lunch together. We stopped at a field full of tiny sunflowers and took a few pictures, but it was hot, so we were quick. On the way home, we grabbed him a pound of Beef Brisket and went home. He loved his special treat, and ate it all. We let him eat it all knowing it wouldn’t have time to make him sick.
My wonderful vet came to my home, and loved on him for a while, before we all got on the bed with him, kissed him, hugged him, told him he was the best dog ever, and we said Goodbye.

It's been a month and a half, and it still rips my guts out, as I sit here with tears streaming down my face.
I did not post this for pity, or attention, rather Abel was an absolutely amazing companion, who helped me through the toughest times of my life, and I wanted people to see him, as he deserved to be seen. An angel on Earth.
I hope you are up there running around with your football, playing with your big brothers. I will love you and miss you forever…or at least until we meet again.
RIP Abel Babel.
Best dog ever.

Boxer Rescue Of Central Kansas-BROCK
Boxer Rescue Of America
Rescue Of Central Kansas-B.R.O.C.K.

09/10/2026

So...i have a bunch of posts i need to make here and on my Boxer Rescue pages, and i need to get this algorithm working on my side, so I need your help. My profile says i have almost 200 friends, and just over 30k followers on my rescue pages...can i bribe you? To like, comment, or share this and the next few posts you see from me? I am not into the posting rage bate to create clicks...so i am just hoping to be able to leverage all of these friends i have, my charming sense of humor and my ravishing good looks to get some engagement, so my posts can be seen by more folks. From what i have been reading, alot of it is based on how quickly engagement happens after the post is made...so please...for the love of God...hit the damn LIKE!!!

08/21/2026

In 8 years of doing rescue, I have learned one fact over pretty much all else…NO RESCUE can be successful without a good relationship with a competent, compassionate, generous, hard working Veterinarian and staff.
That could not be truer than it is in my case. I am a small Rescue operation that functions on less than a shoestring budget.
If it wasn’t for the kindness and generosity of my vet, I would have had to have shut this whole thing down years ago.
Not only does she help me keep these pups healthy, she is also willing to listen, when I am trying to explain what ever it is we are dealing with, not just dismiss you, and jump to incorrect conclusions.
I find myself at her clinic pretty much every week, some times multiple times a week.
Please help me to shout out some appreciation to my favorite Vet, Dr. Julie Evans, DVM at Ark Valley Animal Hospital in Valley Center, Ks. We couldn’t do it without you, Lady!!
That being said, with all of the young people going back to school, and sports seasons taking shape, Dr. Julie is having a hard time finding reliable, hardworking staff,willing to work in a small, high volume, fast paced veterinary clinic, so I wanted to throw it out there.
If there is anyone in the Wichita, Park City, Valley Center, Sedgwick area that my be looking for full or part time work as a Vet Tech. or Receptionist, or looking to volunteer to walk the dogs, or help with misc. chores around the clinic, please contact...
Ark Valley Animal Hospital
122 N. Park Ave.
Valley Center, Ks. 67147
(316)201-6690
Tell them that B.R.O.C.K sent you!

Thanks for everything, Doc!!Julie Thompson Evans

07/26/2026

So i am needing some suggestions. I am looking a nice accessible back drop for some new rescue pup pics. Not looking for something down town with people every where. Just maybe some nice landscapimg, or flower, or plants or something. Any thoughts? Housing addition parks?

07/10/2026

Pupdate time!!!

Dudley and Blaine, the insanely bonded pair of littermate brothers that I rescued last year after being dumped in the country, and surviving on killing chickens, have sent me some new pics.

In April, I drove them out to their new furever home in the very NW corner of Utah. After having them for about 10 months, I was luckily able to find a home for them, that would take both of them, and keep them together forever. Bonded pairs are exceptionally hard to place…especially 2 crazy, maniac monkey butts.

With the financial help of several very generous members of this page, I was able to drive the 44 hour round trip, to get them to their new life. These 2, super sweet, high energy 2 year old brothers are now part of a young, very active family, living in the gorgeous mountains of NW Utah. They now have matching furless, 2 legged brothers, old enough to handle the rough and tumble play of these 2, but young enough to grow up together with these sweet pups.

It warms my heart to see them settle into the life they deserve, with a family that loves them so completely.

We did have a bit of a scare a few weeks back, when the sprinkler contractor came into the yard, scaring Dudley so badly, that he went right over their 6’ privacy fence like it wasn’t there, and ended up going missing for a few days. Their new Daddy called me right away and let me know what was going on, and that they had been out with teams of folks looking for him. He was wearing an Air Pod tag (?) but it only works if you are within a hundred yards or something. Luckily after a few days he found his way home. I wholly believe he stayed close because his baby brother was still there, and he didn’t know what to do by himself.

He has since been upgraded to a new GPS tracking collar, and they have been out enjoying the gorgeous scenery.

Welcome home Monkey Butts! You be good boys for me. Until we meet again.

BROCK