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

I have recovered!

This was me, convalescening. Mum waited on me hand and foot. Life was good as a sick puppy. But she's sick now with her cold. I hope she's not counting on me to wait on her... but I will bring her what ever toys I have if she wants.

I know lots of people words. I know more people words than mum knows B'dawg barks. One of my favorite is "Treat." Or "Crate" because Mum givees me these liver snacks that are TAY-STEEE!

I know some tricks, as mum calls them. I call them compromises. I do stupid things, mum gives me TREATS! Like "Bark" which I know really well. I also know "Sit" and "Lay Down" which, if you ask me, are pretty useless. I'm learning "Roll Over" but I stop half way so mum can scratch my belly. And "Dance" which is one of my favorite. B'dawgs know how to jam.

I've just learned "bell." Mum is training me to go to the door and pull on the bell there, instead of just sitting in front of it, staring at her. She's a little slow, you know. Sometimes it is hard to get her attention - hence the noise as well as me staring at her.

Anyway, I'm real good at "Toy." That's a good one - that means mum is FinALLY ready to play. But more specifically, I know "Ball" which is my little yellow tennis ball - I am one smart dawg - I knew how to fetch as soon as mum got me home. Its one of my favorite games. The yellow ball bounces and mum is always willing to throw it. After about three or four times, its MY turn to play a game - my game with her is called, "bring the ball back to mom but don't let her have it." That's an awesome game. I put it between my feet and then growl at her to try to take it. She's not near as fast as me....

Mum says its time for bed now. She snores when she's got the sniffles. Good thing I can sleep while she's at work.

I hab da sniffles...

Da B-dawg is sick. I keep sneezin and snifflin and mby nose ib runnin.

anb mum hab to work on saturbay. sucks.

(sniff)

goin to go and take a nab.

AAAAAA CHHHHOOOOBOOO.

I am so fabulous

One more - because you can never get too much of the B.

Did you miss me?

Its been a busy time for the B-daw. Mum had a birthday, and she got a new car. I spent the weekend with some of the best peeps ever - let me tell you, i thought Saturday morning started OK when mum shared a little of her wheat bagel and cream cheese, but OH! Was I wrong!!! Mister V and his wife were all about sharing cheese eggs with the B-dawg. I even helped do the morning dishes. Then mum dropped me off at Mrs V's mum's house. She's all old and spunky, so I was all about hanging out with her all day! She and I would sit and watch TV and she fed me CHICKEN FINGERS!!!! EXCELLENT!!!

And then, sunday morning - I got to have balongna and FRENCH TOAST AND BACON!!!!!! I was living the life, man. I was most disappointed to leave the V's house. They are the best Baxter family ever. And Mister V loves to spoil the B-dawg.

There were some other dogs and stuff, but I intimidated them enough, and hey, I am the cutest dog in the world, so I didn't have to share too much.

So it was an excellent weekend.
I got this groovy coat from the Gucci dog's family - apparently she's too big for it, but it fits me JUST fine. I like it. I feel like I'm stylin' when I wear it.




All in all, life is good for the B-dawg. Hope you all stay warm this week - its too cold for me to do much of anything but snuggle with mum.

The Deers Are BACK

Last night, when mum took me out at about 6:30 to potty, I spotted them - AND THEY WERE CLOSE! There were SIX of them, right at the end of my driveway!!! (Mum inserts: In the yard across the street) OK, but still, they were so close I could see their beedy little eyes - AND I BARKED AND BARKED AND I would have attacked and protected my mum and my neighborhood, but mum kept hold of the leash.

I was so fierce that they split in all directions - two one way, three another and then one off in another direction. And boy were they scared!!!

The rest of the night I kept vigilance at the front door, barking just incase they thought it was safe. Stupid deers. They should know by now, This is Baxter's home.

ATTN: Now holding auditions for a new Mum

Thats it - it was bad enough when she tried to cut off a toe while she was clipping my nails (which were perfectly fine being 12 inches long, thankyouvermuch) but last week, she was "grooming" me with scissors. And I was curious. How could those things make the fur fall off. Then she got on the phone with Em-me while she was doing this. And I saw my chance to examine the scissors - with my tongue, of course - like every good dog would.

And it bled - into my whiskers and it made me constantly want to lick something, including mum, her clothes, her hand and her furniture. She felt bad, supposedly, but it wasn't HER tongue with the ow-ie. She made it up to me though, she fed me a popsicle. Which was orange, her least favorite flavor. I think it was a peace offering, and it did make the tongue stop bleeding. She was nice enough to hold it for me and make sure I licked the best spot and didn't drip anywhere. So I had ALMOST forgiven her for letting me have access to the Evil Scissor Things.

But then she decided I had too much blood on my face. (Hello, It was YOUR fault, Mum - I don't see why *I* got punished for it) so it was in the shower I went.

This is how showers for the B-dawg go:

Mum and I get into the bathroom. Mum shuts door. Mum turns on water. I realize its too late and I lay down and show her my tummy for one last scritch before getting shampooed. Mum carries me into shower stall. Mum washes her face. Mum then suds me up withe funky smelling, flea killing shampoo. Keep in mind I'm a tiny dawg, ya'll. She uses like HALF A BOTTLE of the stuff. And then the fleas get all pissy at me and start crawling and bitting and its most uncomfortable, not to mention the soap in my eyes and its cold there on the bottom of the shower, not getting any of the warm water while mum stinks herself up with her own soaps. Finally, she picks me up for a rinse. This is when she picks off all the eye booger gunk on my nose, which I do not like - I put it there for a reason, if I wanted to get it off, I would have. grumble.

Then we exit the now nice warm shower place. Into the cold cold COLD bathroom. Mum then proceeds to make what she calls a "Baxter Burrito." She thinks this is funny. I'm usually too busy shivering to do much complaining. Finally, I decide I've had enough of the burrito and my eyes and ears REALLY itch and I demand out. Then I roll, roll, roll, on the bath mat. If its cold outside, I get to play with mum's hair dryer. Otherwise, I get a coat put on me and its outside for a pee break since the soap that mum uses tastes REALLY good.

So you can see - hurt tongue, then shower. I am so NOT pleased with her, I have decided to interview new Mum candidates. Currently in the running is Aunt Livie, who I spent thanksgiving with, Dr. Linda, who is the first person I met with Mum, and Prez Laura, who I will interview in a few weeks.

Mum is on restriction. I would put her in time out, but then who would I beg treats from???

Presents from da' Posse

I just got an AWESOME late Christmas present from Prez Laura and Em-me.... They are coming stay at the B-Dawg Casa in a few weeks, mum says. I am SO SO excited because it means PLAYMATES FOR ME!!!

Mum even let me open my own presents... sorta

Here I am, not believing this is ALL FOR THE B-DAWG!!! It was bigger and heavier than mum's present.

I finally knocked it over and began investigating....

HOLY COW! My very OWN stocking - full of BAXTER toys - that squeak and are great fun to chew!!!

Once I realized what kind of stash this was, I immediately grabbed it and took it to my kennel before mum could confiscate it and dole the toys out one by one.

And then there were the treats... mum had to be convinced they were for ME and not her because they smelled like really tasty people food. But since it was BARKERY on the bag and there were paw prints on it, she decided that they must be for ME ME ME.
And they are TASTY.


So thanks to my Posse - we'll see you in a few weeks. You guys ROCK.
hugs, kisses, and scratches,
The Baxter Dawg

2007 is the Year of the Pet

I would say its the year of the dawg, but I'm out numbered here... Notice that we have begun taking over Mum's bed. That's just the first step in our plot. Next, we will be tricking her into making us groundbeef and sausage dinners, and the cats have this plan to grow thumbs and get money and take over the world.

Me, I'm just going to chill in the middle of the bed. 'Cause that's how I roll....
Besides, I already have thumbs... they just aren't opposable yet.

Happy New Year's My Hommies!

This is how I feel.

I just got back from visiting Aunt Kathy, Uncle John, and Couzin Krystal. I also got chased by vile female arabian horses at Miss Jenny's house. But I got to get red dirt paw prints all over mum.

Anyway, so I am celebrating New Years about a dozen time zones a head of everyone. Night Night, homies. See you in 07.

Yeah, she's my sister

But that doesn't mean I have to like her.

She followed me EVERYWHERE. And she's a swiper. If I had something, she took it from me. I'm not used to this type of stealing. I mean, the cats - they would never pretend to care enough about something to steal it. And she's GOT. TO. HAVE. IT. NOW. Chewys, treats, toys, even Mum's lap.

Sure, it was fun to play and chase ME (I never got to chase her). But she always was thinking we were playing - but deep down in side I wanted to assert myself. But only my good manners kept me from pinning her tan little butt to the ground and telling her who was the Alpha dog. It was HER house, afterall. But sometimes, sometimes I just lost my temper. Fortunately, no one was harmed. And she STILL didn't get the point.


Here we are, the last day, and STILL SHE TRIES TO STEAL MY SNAKE. That's MY snake, the one Mum and I picked out TOGETHER for ME. Stupid Barley dog.

See what I mean about even Mum's lap? She's got to come and horn in on our nap time together, and its not enough for her to just nap, Nooooooo..... she's got to sit on top of her.

And all this time, I was feeling most unhappy and sore from being shot by the vet. And Mum likes the Barley dog - says she's a lap dog. Why anyone would want a lap dog who's a thief is beyond me. But Aunt Kik, Uncle Joe, Cousin Boo and Nana (Grandpa - well the jury is still out on him - he's a bit scary) were very nice and I got a couple of scritches from them before Barley butted me out of the way to steal them.

Sisters. What a total pain.

Guest blogger - Barley

Hey Ya'll. My name is Barley and I am Baxter's big sister. I'm not as big as him, but what I lack in size, I make up in attitude. He's in MY house, and he will do as I say. Including give me his chew.

I've already peed in my own house and blamed him. unfortunately, his Mom saw me, and I was busted. That was not pleasant.

We like to play chase and tag, and he's great fun until I bump him where he got his shots this week. Vets suck.

Anyway, in case all of ya'll are wondering, he's good and I'm keeping him in line. We'll write more after our naps.

A grand adventure

Right now, I'm at a vet's office. Last time I was a vet, I got neutered. Mum informed me that this time it wouldn't be that bad.

But see, my shots expired. And I have to fly today to go see Nana and Barley. So I'm thinking this is going to suck. But so far, I charmed everyone in the place. Maybe if I'm cute enough they will forget about the shot. It just sounds bad - getting shot.

So I give you today for your viewing pleasure, the B-dawg (that's me) one year ago. When I still had the puppy hair that wasn't curly. I was one cute pup, man. If you were a vet, you wouldn't shoot me, would you? See?

Peace homies. Next blog update from Chicago.

Go away, Mum

I'm serious, mum. I'm tired. Please go away with the camera.


you've had a hard day, its tough to be me, lets just nap, m'kay?

zzzzzzzzzzzz.......

I'm in trouble

I woke mom up last night about 1 am to take me outside so I could potty. And then, I saw them - three deer trespassing on Miss Jean's yard. It was my duty, my job, my purpose in life to protect my neighborhood. So I barked, and they ran - HA! clip clop clip clop across the street into the woods. But just in case, I continued to bark. A Baxter's job is never done.

Meanwhile, mum is shivering and muttering and I'm SO not listening to her. I have to bark. To warn off the deadly deer. And to let the other dogs in the neighborhood know about the interlopers.

By this time, Mum is seriously pissed. She said I was waking up the whole neighborhood - which was fine with me because they all LOVE the B-dog. They always give me scratches and talk nice to me and occasionally I get treats. So waking them up is an excellent side effect. I'm up, mum's up, the deer are up - lets get everyone up and have a "Scratch the Baxter" party!!!!

So mum drags me back in the house and we go back to bed. But see, I forgot to do what it was I went out there to do in the first place. And when nature calls, you can't let it go to voice mail.

So there was more muttering and grumbling this morning while mom sprayed the stinky stuff on the spot I left for her. Next time, I told her, make sure there aren't any deer out side at 1 am.

Christmas Time for the B-Dawg

Its been cold here - brrrr. Mum isn't interested in letting me out much, but we got to go to the barn this weekend to see my big brother Jericho - he's been swollen recently. Mum says he got bit by a snake, but anyway, she finally rode him (makes me glad I am small) all weekend - and I got to roam free while she rode. So when I got home, I was SO tired. So tired, I didn't even let mum take my coat off before I crashed. And I got a bath. Not impressed.

And today, after going to the barn, we went to the barn party at Aunt Gina's house. This is where Jor-Jor lives. And Em-me lives next door, but she wasn't there this time - I missed her. Apparently, her pack leader, Tawanda made her go to some play that had nothing to do with fun. Which really sucked because I missed her. But I got love from the barn girls and JorJor. She took this great picture of me and Mum. They have a Christmas tree at JorJor's house - I wish we had one at our house. I could have great fun on it. (Mum inserts: This is why we don't have one, little dog)

I hate the nail clipping

Its like it wasn't enough for her to have me neutered. But she continues to try the torture with the nail clippers.
She takes off a toe almost, and still she pursues me with the clippers. I hate it!!!!

But you'll notice that the hair has grown in. Clever, aren't I? I get to hide the nails (almost) in my curly soft fur. I'm so cute, I don't understand how she can torture me like this!!!


Wait. Did she say "Treat?"
Hmm. If there are treats involved I might have to rethink the nail clipping.

I'm still here

quick note to my homies - I was placed in a foster home while mom was gambling away in Vegas over the Thanksgiving holiday. It took a while for me to settle in, pee in the house, and basically make it home, but they gave me turkey and played with me all week long, so I decided it didn't suck. But I was glad to see mum on Sunday.

Mum said my fingernails were getting too long last night. She then proceeded to cut off a toe. OK. So it wasn't my toe. But that nail bled like it was the whole foot. Mum was apologizing and fussing and rinsing my foot repeatedly. Then she had the nerve to blame ME for moving my foot at the last second. Sheesh. The woman should not have been allowed to purchase nail clippers.

We quit with the back feet. She is threatening the front feet. We'll see.

I'm too sexy for my mom, too sexy for my house....

I objected to these pictures being posted.





But then mom scratched my tummy and I was all "mmmm.... okay... what ever you want, just don't stop the scratching...."

mum is sick.

She apparently caught something while we were at Nana and Grandpa's or on that horrible plane thing. It was a fun trip - I got adored by lots of people and a really nice lady told mom to upgrade my travel accomodations to a soft kennel. I would have kissed her if mum had let me.

Anyway, mum has been coughing and sniffling and hacking and sleeping not much, which I think is cool - more time to play - even if she's sick, she's more fun than if she's asleep.

And today - TODAY - she came home early - AND SHE COULDN'T BARK. It is AWESOME. I got into her dinner tonight and she tried to yell at me - and all she could do was croak. it rocked!

But she got me back. I had to take a shower with her. ugh.

Anyway, here's a picture of me from the day we went and mudded through the pony pastures. Mum didn't take any pictures from our trip. And GOOD NEWS - all my sibling's have been adopted. Mum said I couldn't get a little brother or sister till I learned to share and until we got a yard with a fence. (sigh) I'm not good with the sharing, so I guess I'm OK for now with that. Maybe when mum gets a man, HE can share his lap with the new kid. Cause I'm not keen on sharing mum.

mum's getting loopy. I better get her to take me out one more time before her new medicines kick in and she starts thinking I'm a cat and I should purr. 'Night homies.

Its all about the hats...

Someone needs to save my little sisters and brother from the hat brigade. This is just too much.

www.doublecreekkennel.com

I'm trying to work on mom to see if she can't rescue one of my siblings. But she keeps muttering things about money and no christmas and Jericho would have to come live with us... in the house... Which is fine with me - I like him! But I'm not sharing the bed with him AND mom. Nosiree.

We're alabama bound today to see Nana and Grandpa!!!! I hate the plane but Alabama is ROCKIN'! I am an alabama dog, you see - just like mum, we're both Alabama natives. So we're going "home!" And Nana has promised all sorts of good treats and kibble.

See you on the flip side!

I'm told it might snow...

Not here, anytime soon, that is, but in Chicago for Christmas. Which is where I'm told I'll be. So long as there's kibble and treats from santa, its all good to me.

But the boots? Really, mum. The boots are a bit much.

OK, so some dogs "do" hats

But note - its a girl dog, and she doesn't look too thrilled about it. My poor little sis.


Take her to your home so she can live hat free in fun and love!
Double Creek Kennel

BOO ya!

Mom said I was going to be dressed up as Dracula, but instead, she tried to do this to me. It was fun for about, oh, 30 seconds. What is with the HAT?? Dogs don't do hats - we do bandannas or sweaters. But HATS? That's for cats, mum. ARGH. So I was a witch. whoop-eee.




Then I started resembling a drunk pilgrim, instead of a (ooo scary) witch.




And I didn't even get any treats, even though I threatened mayhem and madness. So much for Halloween. It was not a great holiday for the B-dog.

Hangin' wid da Ponies

It has rained and rained and rained here and Mum had a sick friend to visit at the hospital so I had been going through barn withdrawl.

Fortunately, we headed out there on Saturday and I got to play in the mud. Mum was out pretending to be a photographer with the ponies so I got to wander around with her and bark and chase and splash and have a grand old time. I took it upon myself to try to make the ponies ears go right. So I would run and bark to get them to look at me so mum could snap the photos.

Here's me with Em-me's pony Mister Chief - he's big and dirty. But he likes the B-dawg.

Note: I did not give mum permission to be snapping MY photo. The hair STILL HAS NOT GROWN LONG ENOUGH. but she was sneaky like that. Mums - you can't live with 'em, you can't eat kibble with out 'em.


I had a great time spending all my energy running running running. After several days cooped up indoors, I just had to be free. This is me moving so fast, even the camera couldn't stop me, while mum was trying to take a picture of Chesterfield.







Ha. That was fun.

My sibs are going fast....

Here's the latest picture - notice that two are already GONE!!! I hope they went to good homes where they get spoiled as much as me! There is even one boy left that looks just like me at that age. He's going to be so handsome when he grows up. Just like me.

My hair is growing, but its been cool here so mum has been dressing me in my Baxter Blanket. So I might let her take some pictures.

It was frosty on the grass this morning - it CRUNCHED. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it since I really hadn't spent much time outside when it was like this. Last winter, I was still spending time in Mom's bathroom, redecorating with my pee pads. Now that I am all grown up, I get to go outside and Mom is VERY pleased.

Monday will be our 1 year anniversary together. I remember sitting on Aunt Gloria's shoulder in the car with her and Uncle Elmer when we pulled into the parking lot in Georgia and I met Mom. We drove all 10 hours back to North Carolina that day. I knew Mum was going to be great because Aunt Kik and Couzin Becca had come by earlier to get my sister Barley and they had told me all about how cool my Mum was going to be and how much fun we were going to have together.

Mums are the best. (Mum inserts - so are Baxters...they are the best friends EVER!)

Got Baxter?

Had the second meeting of the Baxter fan club this weekend. Prez Auntie Laura came all the way in from Texas to preside... just to see ME ME ME! (okay, that Em-me chick might have had something to do with it, but I like my version better)

The hair is not growing as fast as I would like - I expressed my irritation with mum again this morning in the 40 degree weather while I did my business in the yard.

So for your viewing pleasure - here are the latest of my little bros and sisters - you can get your own Baxter dawg at Double Creek Kennel. Auntie Gloria is SO helpful and will answer any questions you might have.
so spread the B-dawg message - get yours WHILE SUPPLIES LAST!

p.s. No garuntee is made to the cuteness of said puppies equaling the orginal Baxter dog. These are merely copies, made from the same genetic material and therefore may not be exact replicas of the Baxter dog. Your mileage may vary. But these are the closest you will get to my perfect self.

For your monday - to get you through

Hee. I'm cute. Or I was. When had hair.

Mum's "knit spot"

Mum's internets friend, Laurie, sent out a request for the mass's favorite knitting spot, and I got to star in the photo.



Note: this is pre-shave. Again, not allowing the photos till my hair grows back. crazy woman.

p.s. I don't know why blogger lets mum upload the photos from work, but not the one of Jor-Jor and Em-me. huh. She should probably ask the cats since they pretend to know everthing.

back by popular demand...

Blogger sucks with the picture problem. (updated to add: yea Blogger works!)
Yes, I'm still on strike. The hair, it grows slow. Thanks again, mum. But I bring you another of the many pictures from my stash of the cute.


Here's Jor Jor and Em-me at the horse show I mentioned. They did awesome, especially after they petted their good luck charm (yours truly) Mom says they are riding horses. They can't be horses - those have got to be camels or giraffes things - I think they are giants because they are HUGE compared to my big brother jericho.

peace out homies.

I'm on strike

Mum shaved me - AGAIN. As if once this summer wasn't enough of the embarassment. But now that its COLD outside, she up and does this.

So I'm on strike. No more of the funny blogging until I feel less naked. Here's a cute picture to tide you through. Me and Thomas O'Malley (from the Aristocats).

We play, or we used to before he was too busy laughing at my hair cut.