On a ferry from Stockholm to the Swedish Archipelago. Seated on a bench right next to us was a nice Swedish woman, a little blonde girl and their boxer. I'm not sure who was more excited about the boxer--me or my Dad. It reminded him of his old dog Oskar. Even though they have a mushed up face and look a bit mean, Boxers are really sweet and love children. I even got to feed it a little bone.
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