this little piggy went to market

Baxter's love for the flea market was a shaky affair at best when we first started taking him. Scary big dogs that tracked his every move and people coming out of nowhere to pet him, stinky half-stomped cigarette butts from smokers who prefer their experience en plein air. But all that soon changed when he realized what a magical place this was. The smell of hot dogs and pizza in the air, an occasional popcorn on the ground that he could secretly snitch when mom and dad were busy talking with vendors, all the new friends he would meet and the treats he would get from them if he shook their hand. Even an occasional dachshund to exchange butt sniffs with. The flea market holds boundless opportunity for this little wiener dog, and today he loved every minute of his visit, almost as much as everybody loved him.





tomorrow's post: the Baxter report on cool stuff he sniffed at the market (hint: they're not all butts!)