It can be a lofty thing for a little doggie, being fourth in a line of beloved doxies. So much history, so many expectations based on what his predecessors did and did not do before him. But I think tiny chumley bears the burden of his forebrothers well, readily carving out his own path to our hearts in ways we could have never imagined. Haikus, silly riddles, and goofy glances. Dancing, georging, and hunting. Even cross dressing, and now dressing up in the bands of his brothers, all because he can, because he will. Because he is Baxter, our little boy wonder.
Three more days, weather permitting, and our pack will be whole again. hooray!