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You know what’s way better than getting yelled at for stealing a sponge off the counter and chewing it up?
Watching someone else get yelled at for stealing a sponge off the counter and chewing it up.
Sucks to be you Miss Dixie!
If this is what having siblings is like, I say bring them on. I’m CLEARLY always going to be the favorite. Right?
Sunday Snoozeday?
As if! This photo is soooo last weekend.
I didn’t post yesterday ‘cause I’m at Grandma Peg’s with Cousin Dixie!
Amanda and Ryan abandoned me. They left for Canada for a BJJ tournament. Without me. I’m an excellent wrestler, but I guess there isn’t a tournament for Tibetan Jiu Jitsu.
If there was TJJ, I’d be the world champion. Obviously.
Know why this picture’s in black and white? Hmmm? Do ya?
It’s because it was taken like a hundred million bazillion years ago before they had color cameras, or even color for that matter. That is not me sleeping next to Miss Dixie, I wouldn’t do that. It’s some other dog from a long long time ago who just happens to resemble me.
Me sleeping next to Miss Dixie, ha!
World’s Most Expensive Dog, eh?
He looks so familiar…I’m thinking that if Miss Dixie and I pooled our genes, we could make one of these.
Think of all the cardboard boxes and cookies I could buy with $1.5 million bucks.
As a disclaimer, you guys know Miss Dixie isn’t my blood cousin, right?? Just by adoption. It’s totally legit.
Lessons for Miss Dixie
I can’t believe I have to teach a southern gal how to model, but here goes:
- Choose a posture that focuses on your face—make sure your best side is facing the camera
- Use props to hide any imperfections or areas of your body that make you self conscious
- Ham it up! Tell a story with your eyes, and if you’re sassy show it with a little smirk and a head tilt
Easy peasy, right?
Oh Miss Dixie.
This is not at all what I meant.
*sigh*
I know you’re a bloodhound, but there’s definitely more to you than a nose, isn’t there?
Wedding planning is soooo exhausting.
I mean, I have to supervise EVERYTHING. And I have to get the place ready for a visit from Cousin Dixie. She’s a real trip if you remember from Christmas.
Anyway, Amanda says I get no sympathy. Something about how I’m supervising, but she’s DOING everything. Pfffffft. Semantics…
We interrupt Baxter’s usual posts with this special message from Dante:
I laugh at the cleanliness and dryness of this abode.
I am going to cover everything, and everyone, in this house with a layer of slobber.
Quit looking so sad Miss Dixie—you’re no slouch in the slobber department.
-Dante
Harumph. I suppose since his dad abandoned him and went to Florida for the holidays I’ll try and be nice. And to be fair, he wasn’t so bad. I might have even played with him.
Maybe.
Huh? What is it?
It smells familiar….Yep. I’m definitely getting bloodhounds and giants with a hint of pork. Must mean it’s from Uncle Jumbo?
Amanda translated the note for me:
Dixie found her old winter coat and after seeing Baxter’s muffed up hair cut she insisted that it be sent to him. I tried to tell her that it was the wrong color, but she said with some bleaching, dye and superglue no on would ever be able to tell. She’s a female. What do I know about hair product?
