Baxter was 4-5 months old when he chose us.
He was just a pup but fully trained and house broken. His first day home with us was a memory in itself. Baxter had just been “snipped” and still had the stitches in. After entering his new domain, he proceeded to pee on every chair, cabinet, door and floor in the house. Gail was running after him screaming and cleaning up the mess as he went from place to place. I tried to explain that he was only “marking” his new territory and he would stop soon. Gail informed Baxter that if he did not stop right now, he would be back in that cage at the shelter. Well, to this day he has never made another “mark” on anything or for that matter had an accident inside.
In the years that have followed he has grown to have allergies. He has bad skin issues and stinks most of the time. As age is creeping up on him, he stinks more. He now gets a bath every other week just to cut his stink. Added to his normal stink is the fact that over the last 2 years he has started to chase Skunks. Yes, he has been blasted more than once, adding to his aroma.
We have watched as Baxter’s sleeping habits have also changed. As a pup he would sleep at the end of the bed, peaceful and quite. Now, the boy seems to have taken a liking to the middle of the bed, in between Gail and I, his head lying on my pillow
. It matters not that he gets booted most every night. He awaits the silence of our sleep and slowly creeps up to his sleeping spot. After trying time and again to move him, we usually just give up and let him stay. Well it seems like now he thinks he has his spot, so he might as well get comfortable. He pushes with his feet and rolls around until he is just right. Are you kidding me! This is my bed, not his! OK, he now has his position and is happy, so happy that he falls asleep in 2 minutes. Now the snoring starts. Oh my God, are you really kidding me! He belts out some truly remarkable snorts and grunts, some so loud he wakes himself up! Hey, when I snored like that Gail made me go to the Doctors and get a CPAP machine. Now I have to go to bed every night like a fighter pilot but the dog is OK
Now our latest adventure has started. As luck would have it, Baxter spends most of his days laying alongside, Gail on the couch, sleeping most of the time. Gail loves it as Baxter keeps her warm and toasty. She sits with pride and passion as her little man sleeps ever so sound. Enter the new habit. It seems Baxter is so relaxed and sleeping so soundly that he just loses control of certain functions. OK, let’s just say it outright, he FARTS all the time now. This mutt will blow every so softly that one cannot hear anything and then, WAM, it hits like a punch in the face! His work is remarkable
. If I could figure how to bottle this stench, I could make a fortune selling it as paint remover or crowd control or just a plain old stink bomb! This windage is truly intense and for the first time I am truly glad that he loves his Mother and has to be by her all the time. He is a manly man! No one, nor any other life form can hold a candle to my boys work. OUTSTANDING! Baxter has the resources to clear a room in less than 1 minute. Gail’s eyes at times have actually watered and the absolute stench permeating the air has caused her to gag. My little man, you are truly the king!
Now to be fair to one and all, take this as a warning. If at any time you are in our company and find yourself gasping for clean air, don’t blame me. Yes, at one time I was considered by most the true king of foulness, but alas, I have been de-throned. I have been tossed to the side like yesterday’s trash. Welcome the new king, my little man, Baxter the Great.
Gail and I have entered a new chapter in our lives. I guess this was bound to happen sooner or later. You see our dog Baxter is getting close to 9 years old now and has started to act his age. It seems like only yesterday that we were at the shelter looking to add another member to our family. We had just lost our beloved Tiana, a wonderful black Cocker, to old age. Gail was the one who made that God awful trip to the Vet's office on her final day. Me, being the guy that I am, could not muster up the nerve or the will to make that trip. I was the one who believed she would somehow regain her youth and all would be fine. Gail had informed me that "this was the last one". No more dogs. She wanted to be free to travel and not worry about our pets. Well, as stated earlier it was only 3 days after Tee’s departure that Gail had me at the shelter.