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.

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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.