The Daily Baxter

Well, this sure isn’t my most flattering angle, but helllooooo….I’m a dog.

I can’t exactly spritz eau de something stinky on my own back, so rolling is the way to go.

Given all that I have to go to, you’d think that people would be a bit more appreciative of my fragrance.

Stink is a good word, right?

Still at it, eh shutterbug?

OK fine.

I guess I get it.

The camera broke and had to be sent out for repairs and for a couple glorious weeks you had to use your camera phone and (GASP!) a point and shoot.

The trials and tribulations of your life are quite moving. And I’ll bet you walked uphill to school every day, barefoot.

I hope you get someone very debonaire to play me in the Lifetime movie version of this saga.

Wave your hands in the air!

Wave ‘em like you just don’t care!

I am SO ready for the annual Memorial Day party.

WAIT!  What??!!

A BATH before then??

But I just spent all this time getting my hair to look this way.  On purpose.

Will Smith had it right. 

Oh sure.

Just keeeeeep posting.

Seriously.  I mean it.

I’m not even trying to use reverse psychology on you.

I’m hoping you can’t see the thought bubble I’m having about how if you use all your time writing blog posts, you won’t have any time left for a few random chores…such as dog baths.

I’m going to be so engaging you won’t be able to put your camera down.

Literally.

That thing isn’t water proof.

Well this is awesome!

A fancy new stick that magically is at just the right height.  This is pretty much all I need in life.

Monday’s tend to get a bad rap, but this one?  This one will do just fine.

Oh.  You’re still there?

I didn’t realize you were waiting for me to say something next.

I’ve been pretty busy.  You know how it goes.  Sleeping, eating ice cream and being this handsome is hard work.

If I had to, I think I could squeeze in more ice cream eating.  I’d expect a raise for my efforts, but I think I’m up for the additional responsibility.

If these rims sell, I should definitely get a cut of the proceeds.

Also, are we almost done with things like basement renovation and selling all the junk on CraigsList and endless gardening?

The fun factor around this place is dangerously low, and no matter how manicured or wild and weedy the yard is, I will still use it as a giant toilet.

By this logic, Amanda spends WAY more time cleaning my toilet than her own.

In fact, she’s kneeling down in my toilet to take this photo.

I’m going to remind her of this next time she suggests I stop licking my own butt.

Amanda had a bunch of vacation time she had to use up.  Pretty awesome sounding, right?

I swear something is wrong in her head.

So far she’s been sick for days, has been making a terrible racket renovating the bathroom, played golf in the rain and hasn’t showered for 2 days.

Tomorrow I hear she’s got a dentist appointment.

Am I not clear on what the word “vacation” means?

Well, well, well…what do we have here.

Shipping boxes and mail and candy and fruit and hair products and…

OH HEY!!  These look like dog treats!

How hard would it be for me to grow some thumbs.

Or at least one.

I could make do with one thumb.

Paws are great for being cute and swiping at stuff, but as you can see knocking the bag over and farther out of reach is not great.

Not great at all.