The Daily Baxter
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What is with that giraffe and the dead eyed stare?
All day every day.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done the math here and I definitely have a bigger toy box, more toys, better toys, and obviously if I wanted any of Rusty’s toys I would just take them.
But that giraffe??
Every time it squeaks I get a this false hope that it might be fun, and then I see those eyes. So black and blank and scary.
Yikes!
Where am I? What day is it?
All this holiday hooey and change is too much for me.
I’m a dog.
We like routine.
Change doesn’t look good on me.
Really?
All those boxes and you DIDN’T GET ANYTHING FOR ME?!
You guys are real jerks some times.
And a paaartridge in a pear treeeeee.
Except maybe no pear tree. I have zero interest in pears and there’s already a tree in the house and it seems fake and I’m not allowed to chew on it and since we’re being honest about all this, this isn’t a partridge.
It’s a kill deer.
Oh don’t give me that look. You knew it all along.
Ugh.
This kid with his cuteness.
I would have put the socks on myself, but then Amanda was all “you have four feet and we already covered that day!”
And then I was all “this is the dailybaxter. get this kid off my jam.”
And then she was all “whatever. TWO SOCKS ON HANDS is the post for today and I have thumbs and know how to work a trackpad.”
Hrmph!
Are you guys getting this?
This is unreal.
That little drool factory is back there stuffing presents and ribbons and all sorts of shiny, crinkly goodness right in his mouth and you’re not upset.
Worse than that, you seem to think his naughtiness is cute.
You know those aren’t even his presents, right?
I’m repulsed by your behavior.
Seriously!?
THREE DUMB HAT PHOTOS
Ho ho hooooope you’re not really making me pose with a santa hat.
You like this move? I’m a teenager now. I embody the term disdain.
OK. We’re done here.
I think I hear the baby crying or something.
Awesome doggie daycamp gives awesome Christmas gifts.
It’s ME!
On a bag!
Full disclosure: There was also a rawhide candy cane, but I jumped up and filched that off the counter. It’s not naughty if it was mine!
