Barclay the Boxer!

My trip home to Scotland took us to the borders to see my brother and his boxer Barclay. I absolutely love boxers, having had one as a teen, but Barclay just beats all boxers. Our boxer, Alba, chewed the house to pieces, stole our dinner from the kitchen counter, ran away from home and was generally worse than a teenager, albeit a lot cuter. Barclay, on the otherhand is the best behaved boxer ever and is so well trained he could be a comedy act. This is him waiting patiently for the biscuit that is cheekily placed on his nose...he did not move an inch until he was told he could eat it! I wonder if whoever trained Barclay could come and train my children!