doxie di milo

Baxter usually likes to make himself scarce once he figures out we're leaving him behind and containment in our bedroom is inevitable. Most of the time, he chooses dimly lit nooks and crannies in which to conceal his sausagey body, emitting nary a peep as we wander the house looking for him. Yet I wonder if he'd have any better luck hiding out in the open, standing still like a statue amongst all the other doxie stuff we've accumulated over the years. Today, we are off with my folks to scour the flea market for treasures, whilst Baxter's dad stays behind with the little kielbasa to work and hopefully catch up on some rest. No hiding necessary today, but it never hurts to practice.