Baxter is three today. In human years, he can now drink legally.
It took three years, but I finally got my lap dog.
Don't get me wrong, we've had him since he was five weeks old. He started out quite cuddly and then turned into a hyperactive, crazy little thing. Only in the last few months does he hop into a lap and snuggle for awhile.
Is he leaving his wild and crazy days behind? Quite possibly. Though he still has been known to chew up a book or magazine, and he absolutely loves Kleenex and paper napkins. He still goes ape every time anyone visits. His latest trick is to pull things off the table.
In spite of it all, he's become a great pet. He loves to go for walks. He loves the Bug. They are great friends. OK. He might not love us putting the leash on him so she can "walk" him in the house, but he lets her lead him around and around. He's a good dog.
Happy Birthday, sweet little boy!
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