“B” is for boxers. You know like the dog.
The first dog I ever lived with was a boxer.
She had no tail so she wagged her whole body. She was a licky dog. She was always licking her muzzle nervously, more so when she was excited to see you.
“B” is also for boxers. You know the shorts, you may wear under your grown up pants.
I know a few ladies who like to sew and they’ve taken to sewing me and my brother-in-laws boxers every year for the holidays.
So far, I’ve collected boxers with bowling pins, coffee beans and mugs, and stars.
Here’s the pattern my lovely mother-in-law uses:
First Choice Boxers