I haven't updated on our dog lately. The Mr. would tell you it is a good thing he is cute; otherwise, he would be a pound puppy or a pounded puppy.
Bax does push the limits of our love once in awhile. He has eaten a remote, two ink pens, and the earbuds to my ipod. He's destroyed his stuffed animal lamb, his chew toy "Pork" the porcupine, his puppy bed, and has torn into his big dog bed, too. He eats the stuffing. He eats kleenex. He carries leaves, trash, and wood chips in his mouth. The real topper? He has torn a foot long snag in our fairly new family room carpet. *sigh* Oh yeah, and he gnaws on chair legs, too.
All that and he is a quick little thing. He can jump up and rip a kleenex or napkin out of your hand in the blink of an eye. He nips fingers. Yeah, he is a pain.
Baxter has also become a pro at getting the paper. He waits eagerly for the paper lady to arrive in the morning. As soon as he hears the car, he yips. We open the door, he runs down the steps, and returns lugging the paper. He runs straight into the family room and drops it, waiting for his treat. The Sunday paper is bigger than he is, but he still insists on hauling it in. My favorite is when he is mistaken and the paper isn't there. He runs down the steps and then screeches to a halt. He looks so dejected when he returns to the house with nothing.
For all his naughty habits, Baxter has learned to sleep in until we get up. He is housebroken so well that if he gets sick in the middle of the night, he will bark to be taken out instead of having an accident inside.
The dog is solid muscle. He walks about three miles a day. Our vet said it is too bad he isn't a purebred so he could be a showdog. She is pretty impressed by the strong little thing.
Mr. B is 11 months old now. If he keeps calming down, we are going to have a great little house dog. But that is only if he survives that long.
Yeah, I'm shopping for wood laminate floors for the family room. And we're hoping Santa brings Baxter some new chew toys. Anything in cast iron could probably survive.
And for all his complaining, who is Mr. B's favorite lap? The Mr.'s. Bax isn't stupid. He has to stay on the Mr.'s good side, so he doesn't end up at an animal shelter. I know that the Mr. is a soft touch. Baxter knows it too, so those boys stick together these days.
Baxter might be my dog, but he is as charmed by the Mr. as I am. Bax and I know who takes good care of us!