another cute horse show photo

Again - being held back from my mum because she's all dressed in white.

as if B-dawg dirty foot prints weren't lucky. harumph.

Monthly Fan Club Meeting.

(Mum inserts: Blogger was being a total pain about uploading pictures, so this is a week late. Sorry)

This weekend saw the return of Prez Laura, and cousin Em-me to Casa Baxter. And even Cousin Jor-jor got in on the action the last night. She is so silly.


It was AWESOME. I got to pee on everyone - its very important you know, to mark my territory. Mum thinks it was because I got excited, but that's just my cover story. I dont' like to share my fan clubs, you know. Even with Tinker and Malley cats.

And Prez Laura, we love her so much - she fed us raw egg. And bacon. And I pooted ALL weekend long. It was FUN! Here I am, because she is MY Prez Laura, staking my claim on her. I will not share. Except with the her pups, whom I will convert to the school of Baxter is the best Dog in May.


No pics of Emme this time - she was camera shy with the b-dawg.

It was great fun. I loved it.

Horse Showin'

This weekend, I got to play at mum's horse show.

Good Things:
I get out of my crate all day
I get to see Mum almost all day
I get to be adored by my fans at the show grounds
I get to beg for chips, french fries, and other yummy snacks.
All the fabulous smells at the show
All the horse poop I can eat when mum doesn't see me.
I get carried when I'm tired.

Bad Things:
Mum won't let me jump on her or sit on her lap when she's dressed fancy
Mum disappears for times with Rico
I have to stay with other people even though I can see my Mum RIGHT THERE and I NEED TO BE WITH HER.
Mum takes a crate to the show.
People threaten to kill me when I'm in my crate, crying.

It was fun! We're doing it again in April with Nana, Grandpa, and Jorjor. That is TOTALLY going to rock.

Here I am, with a fan club member, watching mum ride Rico. We have to be quiet here.


When there's lots of horses, or I'm tired, Mum will carry me. Its great.


I got to meet all SORTS of friends. This guy LOVED me.


I also showed off some of my tricks, like sit, and laydown. I got all sorts of applause.






But at the end of the day, its Mums who are the best ever.

PSA from B-dawg

This is story that is important to my hommies everywhere.
I am quoting:

"A sugar substitute found in a variety of sugar-free and dietetic cookies, mints and chewing gum is proving highly toxic, even fatal, to snack-snatching dogs.
Xylitol, popular in Europe for decades but a relative newcomer to the U.S. alternative-sweeteners market, can be "very, very serious" to dogs when ingested,"

"Right now, xylitol is used mostly in cookies, candies, cupcakes and other sweets developed for people who have diabetes. It's also sold in bags of crystals for baking. Because of its bacteria-killing properties, it is put into some oral care products, including Tom's All Natural and Biotene toothpastes.

It also is beginning to be used in a broad assortment of products intended for the general public. Among them: Jello sugar-free puddings and a wide variety of sugar-free gums, including Trident, Orbit, Stride, Icebreakers and Altoids."

Weekend stories coming soon.
-Baxter

SAVE ME!!

I'm at the Veternary for the day. Mum decided she was done trying to wrestle me into submission (ha! B-dawgs will never submit!) to clip my toes.

So I'm here, held captive by people who smell funny and carry around needles.

This is not good. Who knows what they might do to the poor defenseless B-dawg? Baxters weren't meant for this. All I can say is they better be careful. I might have to teach them a lesson or three.

And Mum is in SO much trouble when she gets back. She better hide her shoes, is all I'm sayin'.

my new squeaky...

mum got me this before my adventures in shoe destruction.

its a great squeaky toy AND pillow.

I hear that Prez Laura is going to bust me out of San Quentin on friday. Most Excellent! That right there is a TRUE Fan Club Prezident.
Later, homies!

I'm in the dawg house...

I chewed up a pair of mum's new shoes this weekend. She was not pleased AT ALL. I told it was just the back loopy things and they were still wearable, but this appears to have been a final straw.

This brings the total pairs of shoes that I have maimed to:
at least SEVEN pairs.

And I am non discriminate to style. I've done hiking boots, water proof shoes, I particularly like mum's Ariat shoes to gnaw on - and let me tell you, those are worth every penny - mum says they cost lots! And boy are they good!!!

Then there are three pairs of dress shoes - complete from strappy sandles to grandma pumps.

Her closet is like a B-dawg chew toy buffet. Between her underwear and her shoes, I could just live in the closet all day while she's at work. Unfortunately, she disagrees and I have to chill in the super crates.

I keep telling her I am part of her behavior modification program to pick up her shoes and close the closet door. She does not appreciate it. At all.

silly mum.

Malley Cat bugs me

He thinks he's so smart. I just want to play, but he's all annoyed and stuff. Check this out - pompous puss.

A little update from B-dawg's Casa

Hey folks. Just a little update from my casa. Not much chilling from here - mum and I go to the barn to see Rico when its warm enough.

Today, mum came home early to go to the dentist and set me LOOSE on the Casa. I played. (and OK so I pooped in the house, but its her fault she was on a schedule.) Then she went to the barn WITH OUT ME. ARGH. Does she not realize there are my fans there, waiting to pay homage to the wonder that is the B-dawg? Poor things.

Anyway, when she got home we played ALOT.

And now I'm tired. Note the new blanket mum got from Food Lion - for 5 dollars. Its like B-dawg cammo.
Have a groovy Wednesday.

Mum is AWESOME with the crafty

She's making this scarf for Em-me. But I love it.


I think I'll hold it hostage!

Honk if you hate deers

On the way home from seeing Rico and chasing him while Mum was riding him, it was dark and scary and then Mum slowed down and did something she's never done with me in the car - she did something and the car made a NOISE! It was COOL. She said it was called the horn. And then she put the bright lights on and I saw IT -

A deer, complete with beady eyes and suicidal tendancies. So I barked and barked and barked and told it to stay the heck out of the way and away from me and my mum.

And mum kept using the horn thingy. It was cool.

Anyway, I'm sorta in trouble. Yesterday, while mum was in the shower I did something that made her mad. I can't be blamed if the stuff smelled interesting. Its my JOB to identify and if necessary taste these things. It was HER FAULT she left it out with out supervising me.

But mum said my punishment was to have the pictures of "the destruction" posted on my blog. As if that would make my fans love me any less. Ha.
But here they are:



Mum inserts: Yes, that's a Likamaid candy packet. I'm only allowed that stuff once every blue moon and I had left it on the coffee table. I THOUGHT it was safe, but apparently not. B-dawg had gotten better at being a destructo-dawg, but I guess I took too long in the shower. I love how he had to open EACH flavor and BOTH sticks. And spread it all over my ottoman. Lovely. Thank god for dirt devil dust busters.

Anyway, here I am, watching her put the "proof" on the internets. No, I am not happy. But Mum is quick to forgive, so I'm sure I'll be getting a peice of her pizza crust before its much later. hee hee.

And I thought my hair cut stunk...

Mum spent two whole evenings clipping 'Rico. And today, she did it some more! Poor dude. I am so glad that I'm small enough to get clipped inside, at least. Rico was not happy, but he prefers the outside to the inside clipping.

Rico and I are pals. We get along really really well. I like to lick his nose and he lets me hang out in his stall with him.


Not only that, we share hay. He eats it, and I sniff it, looking for the mouses I think probably lived in it. Because we all know that cats are slackers and that barn cat, Barley (not my sister) looks awful skinny for a barn cat. It makes me think she's been slacking.


Anyway, so thats what we did today. And now I'm sleeping. Tomorrow is Friday and mum says its shower day for me. I think getting shaved should mean more time between the showers. argh. oh well. maybe she'll forget. Peace, love and kibble, my homies!

I've been a good boy

Can I have some, Mum? Everyone else likes to give me people food. I am pretty sure that every people food is better than the best dog food.

I mean, I know its just pasta and bread, but pleeeeeeese?

By the way, I had lots of fun at the barn today, even though I had to wear my coat and it was WARM!!! If you hadn't shaved me, I would have been fine.

I'm just saying.

I hate mum

Doesn't she know its supposed to be 25 degrees tonight???? ARRRGGGH!

pictures from the best weekend.

Prez Laura and Em-me were here. It was AWESOME. Prez Laura fed me eggs and bacon. Sweet!
Here are some pics from the weekend! I miss you guys ( mum inserts: ME TOO!) Come back and stay at Casa Baxter any time!
love
the B-Dawg


This is me and Prez Laura. Notice the way she lets me chill on her shoulders. I love her.


Em-me has the best scratches EVER. No wonder Tinkerbell slept with her the whole weekend.


I love Em-me too. B-kisses are good luck - she scored SUPER high on her math competition after kissin' Baxter dawg.


It was a busy weekend. I needed my sleep.

Dear Em-me

Please don't despair. I haven't forgotten about you or Prez Laura and the fabulous weekend we had together. It was magic, it was wonderful, it was as good as the fried eggs and bacon that we shared.

Mum has been SUPER crazy and hasn't uploaded our photos. We have been spending the last two nights FOREVER at the barn while she shaved Jericho (poor sucker.) And when we get home, she's all about the shower and the bed.

I've been NAGGING her to upload the photos of the hotness that is you and me, but she's not been listening. Mums - you know how they are. I know you do, because I saw it all this weekend.

I promise to bite mum soon if she doesn't put our pictures up.
hugs, kisses, and bacon
B-Dawg

Mum does't like my dreads...

She calls them mats. And she forced me to lay down while she went to mad, crazy work with the scissors. I thought she LIKED a hairy chest, but apparently not.

I kept trying to tell her it was a style I saw on a dog show. See, I really liked this breed in the Herding group called a Puli. It is the coolest looking dog (except for Baxter dawgs, of course) - he comes born with built in camo - perfect for chilling with some sheep.

I've always wanted to chill with sheep. Not deers, though - which were back last night, by the way, and they brought reinforcements. There were easily eleventy hundred in the neighborhood. But I took care of them. It was cold thought, without my dreadlocks.

Anyway, Mum says I am not a herding dog, and I am certainly not a Puli or a Rastafarian (what ever that is). And since she keeps finding dreads on me, she told me its going to be time for a clip... maybe even this weekend.

Its February, people. Its like not even above freezing most of the time. B-dawgs are not supposed to get clipped in WINTER.

Maybe Prez Laura and Cousin Em-me (who will be staying at B-dawgs casa this weekend) can distract her long enough to put it off. That might give me time to grow better looking dreads and change her mind.

Have a Baxter-liscious Weekend, my Homies!

Do you speak Baxter?

I actually sing with mum when she's not videoing me.
BUt do you understand what I'm saying? Mum does

She works hard for the money...

Mum had to work on Saturday AGAIN. And this time it was twice as long. She didn't get home until after 11 PM. And where was I? In my crates! The horrible horrible confinement. Sure, she's put two super big crates together and filled it with food, water, toys, a bed, and a pee pad. And maybe it isn't that bad, but I can't run free, like a Baxter Dawg should.

So when she got home, she told me she was sorry (quite right!) and said I could play all night if I wanted to - just don't wake her up.

So I did - I put all my toys all over the house on the floor and had a ball.
But it made me really tired on Sunday. So when she took her nightly shower, I went ahead and went to bed. First on the bed gets to pick their spot. OR at least thats what the cats say when I jump on the bed and see them chillin in my spot.


cats. i just don't get them.

Inside scoop on the life of the B-dawg

Since so many of my fans have asked for more info on my life, I filled out a little questionaire that mum got when she got tagged in email. I thought it was fun. Feel free to ask me any more questions that you like!

Hugs,
Baxter
Fan Club Alphabet:
[A is for age]: 18 months… a canine teenager
[B is for beer of choice]: I’m a wine drinker, actually, when mum isn't looking.
[C is for career]: Cutest B-Dawg In The World
[D is for favorite Drink]: What ever mum has got, ‘cept hot tea
[E is for Essential item you use everyday]: A chewy. Gotta work the jaws, man.
[F is for Favorite song at the moment]: “Who let the dogs out?” (what?)
[G is for favorite Game]: Booga – where I chase mum and she chases me!
[H is for Home town]: Alabama – Doublecreek Kennel
[I is for Instruments you play]: I sing, man.
[J is for favorite Juice]: not big on the juice. Unless its from steak. I like steak juice.
[K is for Kids]: One word: neutered.
[L is for last kiss]: Mum – this AM
[M is for marriage]: Nah, I like to play the field. Lots of girls dig the B-love.
[N is for full Name]: Baxter Baxter Baxter (three times FAST)
[O is for Overnight hosp stays]: one – for That Horrible Operation
[P is for phobias]: Big dogs who play rough.
[Q is for quote]: “Do you want fries with that?” Heck yeah, mum.
[R is for biggest Regret]: Agreeing to get in the car that day we went to the vets office
[S is for sports]: I like fetch, and chase, and tag!
[T is for Time you wake up]: 5 AM!!!
[U is for color underwear]: I go nekkid, ‘cept when its cold
[V is for Vegetable you love]: Am a meat eater. Veggies yuck. Wait, are fries veggies?
[W is for Worst Habit]: Mum says “chewing on shoes”
[X is for X-rays you've had]: none.
[Y is for Yummy food you make]: Why would I cook when people like to cook for me?
[Z is for zodiac sign]: Virgo, baby