All the frenzied hubbubbery from the little kielbasa as I was getting ready to leave the house yesterday morning made me wonder if I had made an appointment that I forgot about. Hmm, maybe it's the floor guy, who also happens to be our paint guy, and maybe he's here to collect his check or something.
I walked over to the window where Baxter was taking his mighty stand and looked straight out. Nothing. Little Mister Muffet, who picked a fine day to try and look menacing from sittin atop the tiniest of his tuffets, must be barking at clouds again.
"It's okay baby dog, I'm sure you scared it away," I told him as I petted him on the head and started to put my shoes on.
Little Mister Muffet continued with his machine gun barking assault, all whilst perched atop his tiny tuffet.
intruder alert this land is my land it's not yours what r u doin get out of there stay away interuder alert this land is my land it's not yours and u r intruding can't u see i won't stop til your gone this land is my la-
"Baby dog WHAT is going on out there?," I asked as I renewed my search for signs of sinister wrongdoings.
over there can't u see he's in our space it's over there it's over there he's in our space the big white truck it's over there can't u see he's in our space over there he's in our space the big white truck hey stay in your truck get off our grass hey stay in your truck get off our grass...
My eyes settled on a truck to the left of us, parked in clearly front of our neighbor's home, there to apparently start replacing windows for the day. The only thing worth barking at, I realized. The only thing Baxter could be barking at.
intruder alert don't make me come out there i'm rough n tough and yeah don't dis me that way u better be scared hey look at me yeah it's me barkin at u intruder alert this land is my land i may be small and i may be cute but watch out homes, i'm givin u da boot so get off my land this land is mine...
How bout that, I thought to myself. Sometime in these past couple of weeks since all the housework hubbub began between our two houses, our little menace 2 society boldly expanded his gangland territory, annexing our neighbor's yard and putting it under his watchful gaze along with our own. Forming, I guess, the beginnings of his own little United States of Baxter. One nation, under dog, indivisible, with barkery and snackies for all.
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go get 'em Baxter! i'm tellin' ya - they're in cahoots with the garbage men from my neighborhood to do unsavory things with our poopies!
i think the bunnies are in on it too, 'cuz they leave jelly beans in my backyard to try and trick me out of my poopies. good thing i poop on the street most of the time, and besides, i don't like the licorice-flavored jellybeans! phooey! =)
-ramsay
Baxter!
Good job guarding your territory!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
You tell 'em Baxter! You tell 'em!
You have quite an alarm going on there little buddy ;) You are fearless indeed!!!
<3 <3 Hugs
Jordan
Lol~ quite the protector Baxter is! Pretty soon the whole neigborhood will be under his ever watchful gaze... ;)
hee hee, i try! i hope everybuddy is having a wonderful day! :) b
I love Baxter (and Baxter's lady's blog) so much I can't even tell you. You've made my whole morning. Thank you!
What a protector you are, Baxter! And so nice of you to protect your neighbor's yard, too. ;)
aw thank u miss jen! u just made my day too! :)
hee hee,miss taylor lynn, let me know if your chickens need a litle wolfy protection cuz i'm totally on it! :) b
Baxter.... watch dogs are very valuable. You tell 'em. They shouldn't be on your land, that's for sure.
pawhugs, Max
Where's that librarian when you need her?
Thanks for the offer, Baxter! I'm sure the chickens would be very grateful, you could scare off the fox family we had last year if it tries to come around again! ;)
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