The Daily Baxter

I'm a Tibetan Terrier Puppy!

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Jul 28, 2014 2:30pm
Cold brew coffee?

Of course.

Not my preferred distribution method, but beggars can’t be choosers.

This is going to be great.  I might stay awake until 4:30 tonight. 

PM.

Cold brew coffee?

Of course.

Not my preferred distribution method, but beggars can’t be choosers.

This is going to be great. I might stay awake until 4:30 tonight.

PM.

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Jul 14, 2014 3:08pm

This kid is turning out to be a real asset.

Related: He believe that I talk and generally takes heed of my requests (‘Hey kid. Give me a meatball.’ or ‘Hey kid. Bring me to the donut store with you. Cinnamon is my favorite.’)

The big ones? Bah! Amanda and Ryan teamed up yesterday for the dual torture of a thorough grooming.

I think they appreciated a beard full of Popsicle less than an hour post bath.

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Jun 26, 2014 11:41pm
Today’s indicator that Amanda is in a working frenzy:

I have a Post-it adhered to my body at 11:40pm.

And it’s not because I was rifling through the trash.

Today’s indicator that Amanda is in a working frenzy:

I have a Post-it adhered to my body at 11:40pm.

And it’s not because I was rifling through the trash.

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Jun 24, 2014 11:56pm
Dear Management,

First the eye poke, now this??

If your world requires that you work until all hours if the evening, please consider my needs before going keyboard crazy in your office.

Further, if you do leave me outside IN A THUNDERSTORM for 4 hours, consider it a light punishment when I finally am permitted to enter, soaking wet, and proceed to go absolutely apeshit.  Barking and galloping and jumping in every upholstered surface (full beds included) is a given.

I’m not sure if this is a good forum, but one of you fools left the side gate open this morning/yesterday.  Was I honestly supposed to stay put when Amanda clearly said she was walking to the donut store?  

At least neighbor Jack—the dude who had major brain surgery less than a year ago—seems in the ball.  He really got on the stick in handling that fiasco.

In closing, REALLY?!?  REALLY??

Do better.

Dear Management,

First the eye poke, now this??

If your world requires that you work until all hours if the evening, please consider my needs before going keyboard crazy in your office.

Further, if you do leave me outside IN A THUNDERSTORM for 4 hours, consider it a light punishment when I finally am permitted to enter, soaking wet, and proceed to go absolutely apeshit. Barking and galloping and jumping in every upholstered surface (full beds included) is a given.

I’m not sure if this is a good forum, but one of you fools left the side gate open this morning/yesterday. Was I honestly supposed to stay put when Amanda clearly said she was walking to the donut store?

At least neighbor Jack—the dude who had major brain surgery less than a year ago—seems in the ball. He really got on the stick in handling that fiasco.

In closing, REALLY?!? REALLY??

Do better.

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Jun 24, 2014 1:22pm
If you’ve read even one word of this text instead of calling PETA with an immediate urgency, then we’re not friends anymore.
I’m being tortured and made a into a media spectacle.  Please tell me someone out there has the moral wherewithal to do the right thing.

If you’ve read even one word of this text instead of calling PETA with an immediate urgency, then we’re not friends anymore.

I’m being tortured and made a into a media spectacle.  Please tell me someone out there has the moral wherewithal to do the right thing.

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Jun 12, 2014 9:10pm
The demands around here are constant, for example:

    Don’t lick your butt.

    Quit barking at the neighbor’s dog.

    Walk upstairs to bed.

    Come here so I can pet you.

    Taste this cupcake.

A dog barely has the time in his day to send a proper birthday shout out to his human.

Happy Birthday Ryan!

I can confirm that the celebratory dessert was of satisfactory quality.  Consume with my endorsement.

The demands around here are constant, for example:

Don’t lick your butt.

Quit barking at the neighbor’s dog.

Walk upstairs to bed.

Come here so I can pet you.

Taste this cupcake.

A dog barely has the time in his day to send a proper birthday shout out to his human.

Happy Birthday Ryan!

I can confirm that the celebratory dessert was of satisfactory quality. Consume with my endorsement.

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Jun 10, 2014 3:54pm
Great news everyone!

Ryan has started taking BJJ classes again.

This is super.  

I was just saying the other day that there was a severe lack of rear naked chokes in my life.

Great news everyone!

Ryan has started taking BJJ classes again.

This is super.

I was just saying the other day that there was a severe lack of rear naked chokes in my life.

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Jun 9, 2014 1:41pm
Might be late for work today.

Stuck in traffic.

Might be late for work today.

Stuck in traffic.

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Jun 3, 2014 8:38pm
Crinkly bag.

Munching noises.

Sofa snacking in full effect!

Dried apricots.

If this is a joke, I’m not laughing.  I interrupted a nap for this.

Consider that poop I took in the basement 3 days ago as advance retaliation.  I knew you’d pull something like this.

Crinkly bag.

Munching noises.

Sofa snacking in full effect!

Dried apricots.

If this is a joke, I’m not laughing. I interrupted a nap for this.

Consider that poop I took in the basement 3 days ago as advance retaliation. I knew you’d pull something like this.

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May 30, 2014 7:10pm
Sniff sniff.

That smells like a fine vintage of hot dog.  You’ve sliced the wheels superbly.

I’ll pass on the corn.  Grain free for me, you know?

Well.  Maybe I could make an exception for that toast.  Smells like oats and brown sugar and just a whisper of cinnamon…and I do believe it came from a homemade sourdough starter!  What a treat!

You know if that buffet was in front of me I’d never pull a face like that.  Move the child aside and let me show you…

Sniff sniff.

That smells like a fine vintage of hot dog. You’ve sliced the wheels superbly.

I’ll pass on the corn. Grain free for me, you know?

Well. Maybe I could make an exception for that toast. Smells like oats and brown sugar and just a whisper of cinnamon…and I do believe it came from a homemade sourdough starter! What a treat!

You know if that buffet was in front of me I’d never pull a face like that. Move the child aside and let me show you…

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