One of the concepts on which we work with Baxter is a thing called "wait". A piece of kibble is unexpectedly dropped to the floor, and Baxter must patiently wait until he is given the okay to eat it. Most of the time, he does pretty well, but like any exuberant doxie he sometimes needs to be reminded of what it means to keep his impulses in check.
If only humans were so easy.
I have learned much about doxies since they first entered my life so many years ago, but I have learned even more about humans because of them. Hardly a human alive can resist the urge to pet a doxie, hardly an adult or child won't smile when they see a doxie just going about his daily business. Some human behaviors like these around doxies are universal, while some are very mixed.
Baxter's dad has a thing for unflapped doxie ears, or more specifically, he has the irresitible desire to fix them so they're flapped back over, all back to nice and brown to hide the naked pinkness within. Every post is really for my dear husband, but today's post is especially so.
Wait, my love, wait. :)