to market, to market, sniffety-sniff

2010 marks the start of the third year of Baxter's life with us. So many things that were once novel for the little kielbasa are now part of the habits of his life. Tanning his tummy. Hanging with his homies at the dog park. Posing, for yet another picture in his very well documented life. In all these things and more, Baxter happily engages as part of the familiar life into which he has settled.

So it came as no surprise that Baxter immediately recognized where we were when we pulled into the parking lot yesterday. The flea market, or as tiny chumley apparently remembers it, the magical place with an abundant supply of food to find on the ground.

Tiny chumley jauntily made his way across the asphalt as we wandered from the parking lot to the market area, nose twitching with excitement while he held his tail upright, letting it bob back and forth in unison with his bouncy walk. So many things to smell, so many opportunities for tummy fortunes.

The closer we got to the market, the closer his nose moved to the ground, where it stayed for most of our time there, save for the occasional distraction at a higher level.

Top on Baxter's sniff list, two friendly doxies. Charley, a deep rich red handsome mini a year younger than Baxter who was also a rescue, and Abby, a long haired sweet red mini maybe a mix who was doxie shy, whose original owner never came to pick her up from the lady who was sitting her. And who now lives happily with two cats and her new mom.

Baxter also spied a fire engine in which he would have fit perfectly, had we not already gotten him last year's rusty treasure. A project still on the to do list, though both of us are happy admiring it where it currently sits, above one of my many fabric shelves with a vintage Baxter license plate leaning against it.

Of course, by the end of our visit it goes without saying that Baxter did make a few scores of his own while I made mine. Tiny bits of popcorn for my satisfied pup, who must surely have pigeon in his ancestry, whilst I made off with a few delights that I'll share in tomorrow's post.

All in all, fine way to spend a Sunday, I do declare.