Is Ingemar from "My Life as a Dog" kinda...an unreliable narrator?

Okay, so I finally got around to watching "My Life as a Dog" (thanks Criterion Channel!). I've heard so much buzz about it bein' poignant and heartwarming, and yeah, it def had its moments. But I'm wondering if anyone else picked up on Ingemar potentially being, like, a totally biased storyteller? Hear me out. He's constantly comparing himself to people with even tougher situations, right? Like the cosmonaut Laika or all these tragic figures. It feels like he's almost trying to justify his own behavior or maybe even his mom's illness (RIP, queen). Like, "Hey, things could be worse, so my issues aren't THAT bad." But is that actually true? Is his life really that tough, or is he kinda playing it up in his head? I'm not saying his experiences aren't valid or anything, just that his perspective is skewed. For instance, the whole thing with his uncle and aunt. He clearly prefers his uncle, Gunnar, and sees him as this cool, supportive figure. But is Gunnar actually that great, or is Ingemar just projecting his idealized father figure onto him? Like, there's gotta be something real, but is he seeing the whole picture? I kept thinking back to the scene when he's boxing with the girl. It's played as this cute, rebellious thing, but it's still kinda violent, right? And Ingemar seems almost desensitized to it. Maybe i'm reading too much into it. Idk, maybe I'm just overthinking it. But the whole movie felt like a journey through Ingemar's version of events, not necessarily a totally objective truth. What do you guys think? Am I totally off base here, or did anyone else get a similar vibe? Let me know!