postal inspector

As it is with most dogs, Baxter is a creature of habit. Dad wakes up and takes him out for his morning poop and pee, then it's back to bed for a longer snooze with Mom. More naps downstairs, followed by lunch, playtime, more napping in the sun, and the next thing you know it's time for our walk and the family is complete again. It's pretty much the same most days, and Baxter's contented sighs and gently wagging tail tell us he couldn't be any happier.

So when something new comes into the house, Baxter's first impression is to greet it with caution. Is it friend, is it foe, is it something that's gonna upset my happy go lucky lifestyle? Is it edible??? The wonderful rolls of fabric that were delivered yesterday got a careful and thorough sniffing before Baxter decided it was okay to accept it into his home. Thankfully, he decided they were not edible.