The Daily Baxter

Uncle Jumbo and Cousin Dixie were in town.  You know this.  I alluded to it before.

Anyway, I guess Miss Dixie has rules about southern courtesy and proper decorum.  She said we had to have proper how-do-you-do’s and shake hands before we had further liaison.

C’mon Miss Dixie!  Try and keep up!

I’m winning!

Booo.

Miss Dixie had to leave, but I hope she’ll come back soon.

Toodleoo Miss D & Uncle Jumbo!  Drive safe and come visit anytime move home soon!

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.

I’m not sure what these are, but Amanda said I’m not allowed to have any and she told me and Dixie both that we are banned from the kitchen.

She thinks we’re outside playing, but we’re not.

We’re plotting.

We’re going to get some of those things whether she likes it or not!

Hhhhiiiiii y’all!  Y’all can call me Miss Dixie.

Cousin Baxter is sleepin’ and I wanted ta make sure y’all were havin’ a merry christmas.

I’m real nice and sweet as a georgia peach or pecan pie.  Some of those stories cousin B tells just aren’t proper for southern lady like myself.

I’m fit for a nap and fixin’ to carry this fine santa hat right into the sleeping quarters to refresh a bit.

Hope Santa treated y’all real nice!

Bye bye now.

Here’s a pic of cousin Dixie.  I figured since I’ve mentioned her a few times you might like more proof she exists.

Don’t get any ideas though, this picture is from a loooong time ago.  She’s definitely not this cute anymore.  Unless you think giant scaredy cat mooses that sound like a pack of sea lions are endearing, you’re gonna want to trust me on this.

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?