"The Boxer" joke

Loping down a Manhattan street, the boxer stopped and wagged his tail in friendly greeting at a Russian wolfhound, likewise unencumbered by collar or leash.
"How do you like America?" he asked.
"Well, it's different from my homeland," said the wolfhound. "In Russia I eat bones dipped in vodka and caviar. In Russia I have my own doghouse made of rare Siberian woods. In Russia I sleep on a rug made of thick warm ermine."
"Then why did you come to America?"
"I like to bark once in a while."

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