I have had this week off, and I realized just how long it has been since i have posted. As I had said earlier... we got a dog. This is him
Baxter is his name, and he is... a handful! We
call him the gremlin because he makes some of the oddest noises. He sleeps in a close to coma like state then with the flip of a switch he becomes some hyperactive add psychotic mongrel. He is our favorite when snuggling with us, which he is quite the little lover... and least favorite when he decides to investigate things with his teeth. He does the most adorable little march or like running in place, you can tell that he is so proud of whatever accomplishment it might be. Often times fetching a toy and brining it back to us. We have also realized we speak to him, much the way we would a child. Telling him why something might not be acceptable or to get a toy not to try to rip our sock off our tender feet. He is none the less an adventure and life changing experience.
He makes us laugh to the point of hysteria daily. For example, he was snuggling sleeping next to me the other day, sound asleep, had been for nearly an hour. Alex, at the other end of the couch sneezed, Baxter jumped to all fours and let out a little triple bark/howl! He was on alert, something odd was going on, and he would be there to protect! We of course, had no option but to burst out in laughter. On another occasion we accidently dropped the remote, his legs swept out from under him and the startle on his face was as though a gun shot went off, again hysteria soon followed and our laughter could not be subsided. These are few of the many times he brings great laughter and joy, what a blessing a little furry gremlin is!
Though I have always known Alex would be a great father, I see it all the more in the way he deals with our simple little puppy. He thinks of things that don't even cross my mind. Makes me leave the room when I am taking off nail polish. He will hardly allow me to sit on the couch while eating chocolate in fear that I might drop a bit, knowing me I would. And when my absent mindedness put the empty container of honey into a box that was waiting to be thrown out for trash he had me throw out the whole box and realize that of course the bit of honey left in the container would dribble out, and probably seep through the box, onto the floor... where our precious little monster found it. Oops!
What a wonderful adventure we have set ourselves upon, so many headaches and fits of laughter are sure to follow in the years ahead.
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