WHO LET THE DOG'S OUT?

I was talking to my amazing sister-in-law this afternoon and we were discussing what I should write about in my blog since I am running out of ideas, as hard as that may seem to some people, as they might think I ALWAYS have something to say. But speaking one's mind is not the same as writing something that other people might enjoy or find interesting. Anyways........ she said to write something about my little buddy, Baxter. Yea, that's the handsome little fellow there on the left. My one, true blue little man that never fails to amuse me. Or love me. From the time I purchased him, for my daughter I might add, and has since become MY DOG, he has never ceased to amaze me, the vet, the cat, or anyone that meets him. My first big crisis with him was when he ate some of the potpourri that was on my coffee table. Unbeknownst to me, the little bugger could stand on his little spindly legs and reach far enough to get the dried delicatessen layed out before his little eyes and eat it! Well, all night long he proceeded to throw it up, until I could take no more of the little guy 's wrenching, so my daughter and I took him to our vet, only to be told that he had to stay overnight. I don't think the vet wanted to tell me how bad the situation really was, but long story short, he had to stay for a week, his little throat was burned so bad he couldn't, or worse wouldn't eat anything! But after much great care from our vet, Bax pulled out of it, lost alot of weight, but bounced back. Now, when we take him to the vet, Dr. Morse calls him the pot-pouri dog!

Speaking of bouncing back, my brother and that amazing sister-in-law watched him one weekend while I went out of town and not only did he take a giant LEAP off their deck, we're talking a high deck here people! My sister-in-law said he looked like a flying squirrel, legs all spread out, ears flapping as he dropped to the ground like a bowling ball, but he did it it again the next day! Only off a lower deck but straight onto concrete! So I don't think they'll be babysitting super dog again.

Probably the most entertaining thing he does, at least entertaining to me, is since I really don't know if dogs have a sense of time, but when he sees that the sun has gone down and he knows it's close to "bed time," he stands in the doorway of wherever you are, be it the living room, bedroom, wherever and stares at you, I'm talking death stare here, telling me that he wants to go to bed and why? Because he gets a treat when he goes to bed in his kennel. Aha! This might not seem funny when reading this, but you gotta see the intense stare that this little guy gives you, and he won't go away until he has accomplished what he wants. It all starts about 7 o'clock and he will continue until I am ready for him to go to bed, but it is quite hilarious to watch him. He is one zeroed in dog with only one thing on his radar screen!

I might add also, that he is quite the bird dog. Came home one afternoon and there was blue jay feathers all over my deck, and yes, what was left of a blue jay out on the yard, so I had to call the vet and tell him that the pot-pouri dog ate a bird and was he going to die from this. No. Thank god.

But I wasn't expecting any white poop either!

Well, better get going, I'm getting the stare as I type.