goodbye 2015 / hello 2016 :)

Tiny dark spots on a heart shaped tummy and a snowier face and paws are how we ended this past year, the result of an aging process for nine year old, four legged little boy who, unlike his mom, knows that these are not the worrisome signs of a slower age to come, but rather a natural and welcome indication that his body has finally and seriously begun his much longed for transition to ferocious wolfhood.   I like how Baxter thinks. I like how he knows with utmost certainty that things will always work out as they need to, that love and kindness, and good friends and family are pretty much all you need in life, but that gummy worms, a magnificent poopie snake museum, serendipitous encounters with all things smelly - and sometimes a trebuchet -  make life even better.  

 


As our household and our family and friends both big and small continue to get older, creakier and achier, I can't begin to imagine what the coming year holds for us.  But I do know this. We will greet it with our sweet little boy-wolf and his merry band of toyfriends at our side, our pockets stuffed with gummy worms, armed with the optimisn that things will always work out as they need to.  Goodbye 2015.  Hello 2016 :)

backseat lion

well, mom, because this is the way lions do it, and next to wolves, unicorns, and sometimes falcons, lions pretty much know everything. especially about stretching out and u know, relaxing :) 

call of the wild

hee hee yeppies, mom, in addition to my super cool blue kerchief from her trip to Hawaii, miss debbi sent me this... 

it is pretty much a picture of me from the future, when my body competes its transformation into a wolf.  see? my paws are already starting to match!

but do not worry, mom, the wolf transformation process will take a while and even when I am fully transformed with a thick shaggy coat and pointy ears and even ferociouser fangs, u can still kiss me on my forehead and rub my tummy :) 

Christmas morning :)

well mom, because it is too warm really to wear my jammies. now may we open our presents? :) :)

merry Christmas Eve :)

doop bee doop bee doo...doop bee doop bee doo...doop bee doop bee pooo.... doop pee poopie - mooooom, how much longer do I have to be a good boy? 

babies in toyfriendland

yes, mom, we totally understand it is very important and promise we will not forget.  honest and for true u can count on us. sheesh, it is not like we are babies anymore...


















see? we even tied an uncle billy string on my finger to help us remember, only ours is made from dried salmon skin, and smells very delicious, and.. (chomp!)
 

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um, mom, would u mind bringing me my iphoney so i can set a reminder for that thingy u want us to do?

 

it came from above

whoa, duk duk, if that is what i think it is, i am glad we decided at least one of us should put on our PPE. 
 




legend has it that any two beings who come in even relative proximity to this object are subject its severe mind altering effects...

...ultimately causing the transmission of an epic bout of cootie contamination. :)

thank u please

 wait wait, okay I'm ready, mom...
  
Dear Miss Saundra, Cocoa n Emmy,
Thank you for the lovely and very funny holiday towels. Not only was it very thoughtful but I really like the detailed embroidery on it and it will be a perfect merry addition to greet our guests in the power room of me and duk duk's heat cave.  Also, I really really appreciate that u did not include any cooties on them.  I know it must be difficult, Cocoa and Emmy, on account of your naturally having lots and lots of cooties, but you did a wonderful job standing over there and me and duk duk thank u for that as well. 
Your Grateful Friend, Baxter. :)








 






















okay, mom, i finished my thank u to miss saundra n cocoa n emmy. now can i have the treats they sent me? 

please? :) :)

 

 

the hall of spherical wonders and other three dimensional inverse conchoidal delights

hee hee yeah I know, duk duk.  we sure are lucky the little misses agreed to help us move everything otherwise it would be mushie city all over again and all our work would be ru- wait, what did u say? it's kind of hard to hear with this thing on my - oh yes, I will tell her now.  little miss Sarah! little miss Julia! me and duk duk will join u in a jiffy just as soon as I find the rest of my rain gear, but I see the rain has really picked up so if u want, just start on the hall of spherical wonders and other three dimensional inverse conchoidal delights over in the east wing because that is the lowest part of our yard and most susceptible to flooding.  :)

wolf unleashed :)

dear diary,
i am so lucky to have so many friends that wished me a wonderful ninth birthday this past weekend! in fact, as soon as my wolfiness wears off from being so excited about my super delicious meal and birthday cake and the awesome presents I got like the one below from mister Jim,  I will try and tell u more about my birthday. well, assuming my wolfiness wears off at all because I have noticed that my wolf transformation continues and white wolf hairs continue to take over my body, the longer it takes for me to revert back to my mild mannered self. duk duk thinks our special wolf and falcon powers started a result of the traumas we faced when a) jasper mistook my tushie for a sheep and bit it and b) well as for duk duk, let's just call it toyfriend club. I am not really sure of either is true but nevertheless I am simultaneously excited and curious about where this path will take us. certainly if anything, I think mom should be stocking up on more meat, because both a wolf and falcon require lots and lots of meat.

anyhoo, I hope u have a wonderful week, diary.

toodleydoo!

b :)

today i am nine :)

...seven, eight, nine!! hee hee, nine carrots. well my friends, u know what that means, today i am nine!! :) :)

tomorrow I will be nine :)

mom, for my birthday cake this year, do u think it could be a double decker, with peanut butter filling and salmon skin swirly candles and raspberries and carrots and maybe just a sprinkle of cheezy poof dust? :) 

a dog and a duk walk into a christmas party..

yeah i know it stinks, right, duk duk?  like, why even bother with a secret santa christmas party if has to be at a place where u have to dress up and be all serious and proper and stuff? no funny hats? no blinking glitter christmas sweaters? sheesh! and who knows if i will be even able to do the electric robot in this get up that mom made me. i guess that's what we get for not being able 2 hear what the girls on the class party planning committee were saying on account of them having to stand way over there.  and for not reading the meeting minutes or their gajillions of email. or u know, pretty much not participating in any capacity whatsoever.  but really who has time for any of that?   oops, we should probably keep an eye out - our ride should be here any minute now.

hee hee hee. at least the dress code did not say anything about wearing signage, right, duk duk?  :)

 

   

 

curiouser and curiouser (part 2): he knows

"he's making a list, and checking it twice! gonna find out who's naughty or nice, santa claus is - " okay great job stamping it lulu the tiger,  now lemme sign it.. your friend, Baxter.  " - coming, 2 town!" okay that's another card finished. next!! oh wait, u are right we need to put a stamp on it. lil pink puppy, it's your turn. hee hee, boy i thought mom making us do our own christmas cards this year would really stink but actually with us splitting up the work, it's been really fun, hasn't it?  

now where was i in our song? o i know.."he knows when you've been pooping, he knows when you're a- "

hee hee, oo very nice postage stamp placement, lil pink puppy. keep this up and soon u can help me and duk duk help mom with packing etsy orders. okay,  let's start a new postcard.  duk duk, batter up...

"he knows when you've been pooping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good..." wait, that can't be right? 

 "he knows when you've been pooping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good..."
 
 sheesh, duk duk, santa sure seems 2 really know a lot about what we are doing whether we want him 2 or not.  i wonder how he knows and if he has ever been charged with invasion of privacy...

curiouser and curiouser

okay, mom, I pinky swear. now can u please tell me if Santa is really a robot? 

cyber brown Wednesday dootage :)

dear diary, 

sometimes when u juggle family time and makey time, as a shop owner u miss out on the usual doot times for this time of year. like, u know, Black Friday and cyber Monday and stuff like that. which is why me and duk duk thought it would be a good idea to come up with our own special shopiday, cyber brown Wednesday! this year, not only do we welcome the return of our first teeny tiny book, the poop on the stoop, plus its companion robot doxie poop ornament, but we will also be putting these pretty etched necklaces u see below up for adoption.  plus if we are able to make the listings in time,  possibly some more teeny tiny doxie treasure boxes, and a very special limited edition surprise which hopefully we can preview for u later today on Instagram and Facebook and Twitter. o and do not forget also our #everydollarcounts súper budgety dachshund desk calendar challenge which expires today, where just by simply ordering one calendar listing or the other, you can decide to whether to save a dollar, or donate that dollar u would have saved  to the organization that rescued me, dachshund rescue of North America. and speaking of rescues, me and duk duk also donated to the mwdr auction a very pretty enameled doxie necklace in a our very special new color - transparent French lavender purple! I know, there are so many chances for wooty, right? not to mention later this week we hope to finish enameling more necklaces and get them in the shop hopefully next week, in case u r unable to eBay bid on the mwdr one or if u miss out on our cyber brown litter. 

well diary, I do not know about you but I really am very excited about cyber brown Wednesday and I should probably go so I can help mom with a few things before we go to school. and I just, u know, need to check on something.

toodleydoo!
b :)


hee hee, o nothing mom.  u know I know that u know I know that u know that I know Santa knows that he knows I know. and I know that duk duk knows that he knows I know Santa knows duk duk knows. so really, even though I did not need to know, I just thought I would check and make sure they were all still there :)

happy wolfsgiving:)

mom, I know we said we would not make turkey today out of respect to duk duk, but do u think we could open my can of turducken and I could eat it outside, u know, wolf style? :) 

happy thanksgiving week!

Hello my friends, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, reporting to you today to say we will be blogging irregularly for the rest of this week and our Monday post will probably be in the evening, because guess what, my grandypops and my grandymom and uncle will be visiting us and we will be very busy eating and eating and...well, eating!   Oh wait, did I mention eating? Anyhow, I hope you have a safe and wonderful holiday and please be sure to visit our Instygram and Facebook and even shop on etsy if u would like in the meanwhile because we will still be checking in and posting smellfies and filling orders and stuff.  Happy Thanksgiving!! :) 

hee hee okay dad I did my report. now can we put our frozen turkey in the trebuchet so we can see how far it can fly? mom will never know, I promise. :) 

call of dooty

Tiny chumley is rapidly becoming the old gent of our neighborhood, surrounded by big, rambunctious yearling pups full of youthful - and perhaps what he likes least -  unpredictable exuberance.  The kind of exuberance that can accidentally bonk the head of an unsuspecting little wolf, or roll his sausagey body in the grass, like a tumbleweed in the wind.

There was a time not so long ago when Baxter was the dopey yearling who needed to be taught lessons on boundaries and place by the likes of Lulu and others in her generation. Now, with little white hairs migrating to his paws and slowly turning them into little white socks, it is his turn to become the teacher and pass along that knowledge.   But it is a job I know he would rather leave for another day. :)


uh, nopies mom, we do not need 2 go for walkies with either cassie or that dopey labradoodlepoodle roscoe from across the street.  besides, don't we have 2 get ready for tonitey nite's #tgidiscoFriday 11 PM EST teeny tiny doxie treasure box doot? we posted a picture of the litter and everything already. :)






 

the bling ring

well mom, to fund project chicken in a row boat, I am authorized to offer u three bags of gummy worms and two tummy kisses redeemable at any time, plus your choice of up to six poopie snakes from our black label private reserve collection. but, I am sorry the bracelet is off limits. :) 

ps - there will be a teeny tiny doxie  treasure box doot tomorrow (Thursday)  but we are not exactly sure when yet bc we are still working on the listings, hopefully one in the daytime and if needed one at nitey nite :)