And nope, she's not our dog.
We were bbq’ing at the park when she came running out of nowhere, chasing after the kids' football. Her name is Nina and she turned out to be the sweetest thing. After chatting with Nina’s really nice owners, I learned a lot about Boxers and now more than ever I hope to find a Boxer with a red bow under the Christmas tree in December…
I won’t hold my breath.
