The Daily Baxter

Rusty sometimes has a red V on his forehead.  I think it means he likes me, and wants to be my valentine.  We’ll see about that kiddo.

Amanda says she gets the same thing on her forehead sometimes when she’s really really mad.  You don’t think Rusty would be mad at me do you?  I just want to lick the kid’s face once in awhile a hundred times.

Honestly, how could anyone be mad at me?  I’m very lovable and I didn’t try to steal Ryan’s omelet right off his plate this morning.

What is WITH everyone suggesting I go out and play in the snow.

YOU go play in the snow. 

I’m going to stay in here where it’s nice and cozy thanks so much.

Also? Just because I loved the snow for the previous winters of my life means nothing. I was young and stupid. 

You don’t know me.

Oh great, it’s “Put Baxter in a Garbage Can Friday”.

Just what I had hoped for.

I can only hope this is followed by “Dress Baxter up Saturday” and “Shave Baxter Completely Bald Sunday”.

Oh hey!

You eating trail mix or fritos or cereal or pretty much anything in a crinkly bag?

I’m here if you want to share!

And by “here” I mean close enough to snag crumbs off your lips.

That’s cool, right?

I realize this is a little late but did you guys know Cousin Dixie gave me a Christmas present?

It’s a tube!

Wrapped in paper!

With a marrow bone inside!

Cousin D is quite the gift giver.  I didn’t get her anything.  I think allowing her to occasionally appear on my blog is a big enough gift to cover all holidays, birthdays, and special events.

Still sorry about the Superbowl Snackfest.

And also the UFC pizza and wings the night before.  OK fine…I don’t really get a plate of the good stuff, but I’m excellent at stealing heavily used napkins.  It’s pretty much the same thing.

Casual Friday.

Am I doing it right?

Rusty: Hey Baxter! You’re so fluffy and I want to pull your ears!

Baxter:  Sigh.

Rusty: But I won’t. I won’t pull your ears if you tell me where Sophie is.

Baxter: Is he really looking for the thing my nose is touching rightthissecond?

Rusty: You know who’s the prettiest? Soph…oh hey wait…is that the ceiling? How’d the ceiling get up there? Do you think it can see me? Ceeeeeeiiiillling.  Ceiling is a funny word.

Baxter: -____-

Well this is hogwash.

I don’t really care what this hunk of plastic can do.

Let’s get down to the good stuff:  Where is the cardboard box it came in?