I had a boxer growing up. Great dog. His name was Dingo, named after my uncle's boots. He was the same color and just as wrinkled.
He had a couple of bad habits, though. If he got in the house, he headed straight for the recliner (he was an outside dog). Whoever was in the recliner was soon out of it as he would literally push you out of it, usually over the arm. he then promptly stretched out and went to sleep.
His other bad habit was to lay up against teh screen door and break wind. It wasn't bad enough that he would fart, he would look back over his shoulder to make sure it wafted into the house! I accused my dad of doing it for a long time until I was home alone and he did it.
He was a good one.