tastes like peanut butter

o yummy yummy!

are you sure that my diet

starts today, boo hoo?

- baxter, 5.4 years old, on enjoying one last gelato hurrah before having to lose to 2.5 pounds to get back to the vet's recommended weight of 17.5 pounds. 

haiku 4 u: leaves of grass

nibbling on grass
after a nice lunchypoo.
what could b better? :)

- baxter, 5.3 years old, on happily tending to his little garden's delights after training with his mom.

sleepy sunday

my sleepy sunday,

recharging my batteries

in the nice warm sun.

- baxter henry, 5.1 years old, drowsily waiting for his dad to come home. :)

i am a dachshund

 

no time must i waste

in getting my stinky back

i am a dachshund :)

- baxter, 5.1 years old, dedicated to the task of recovering the stink he lost less than 24 hours ago.

a yoga in the sun

balancing cat pose

is not what i thought it was,

but i still liked it. :)  

- baxter, 5.1 years old, disappointed that no cats were involved after all, but still happy with his decision to exchange his esp library book for one on yoga. :)

soon 2 b 4 me!

o yippee skippee,
a rough n tumbly playdud
soon 2 b 4 me!

- baxter, 5.1 years old,  happy to model the tee that he wants his mom to use when she makes his new playdud.   :)

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haiku 4 u

 


a picnic outside,
and playing with the squirrels.
i like late winter. :)


- baxter, 5.1 years old, on enjoying yesterday's sunny, sausage body warming weather.

ode to my yellow ballie

my new ballie is so nice n yellow
it almost reminds me of lemon jello.
but justchoo wait until tonite,
when i'll be able tell u
if the insides r white!

- baxter, 5 years old.  yeah, u know what he's going to be doing today. :)

quality time

chewing my bottle,

playing in the warm warm sun,

may i stay longer? :)

- baxter, 4.9 years old, on how he spent his happy morning playing on the bed at his uncle dana's house.

hello my new friend :)

nibbley nibbley nibbley doo,
hello my new friend.  
glad to eat u! :)

- baxter, 4.8. years old, on welcoming his new rainy day toyfriend, mr taddeus e. pole.

book report

dear diary,
yippee, mom n dad took me to the nature park yesterday and it was super fun! butchoo know what? we got home kind of late and wouldn'tchoo know that our netflix was acting up so i could not watch the romeo n juliet movie that i was counting on to 2 watch so i could do my book report? so then duk duk thought maybe we could find something else 2 watch instead that might be close but then lil pink puppy would not give up the tv remote and when i finally got a hold of it the remote was stuck and the channels kept changing back and forth and there wasn't much time left before bedtime so i watched what i could and, well, if i do say so myself,  i think i did a very good job with my book report and i bet teacher will not notice at all that i did not read romeo n juliet.  especially since i wrote my report in pen and included some drawings - methinks i will get extra credit for that too!

anyhoo, i must go and find a nice plastic binder for my report so i can turn it in today, but i thought i would share a copy of it here 4 u diary, cuz i know u would want to read my masterpiece.  i hope u r having a wonderful monday!!

toodley-doo!
b. :) :)

what are little boys made of?

little webbed toes and dirty dog nails. :)

tiny bubbles

take a deep breath,

then dive in while blowing out,

and yippee it's yours!

- baxter, 4.6 years old, on teaching lil pink puppy how to bob for carrots :)

please

Thunderstorms generally aren't much of a bother for the little kielbasa, but the sound of hail plinking against our windows was enough to cause tiny chumley's little eyebrows to furrow at such a strange event.  And so we spent the next few minutes in the bathroom, waiting for the storm to pass, til calm was restored and all that was left was a gentle rain.

There has been a lot of strange weather lately it seems, not just here but everywhere. Causing disturbances and testing our compassion like never before.  Which is why I think when I took this next picture of Baxter, I could tell exactly what my little superdog was thinking. 

please, no more tornadoes or tsunamis or earthquakes or hurricanes. 

and the warmest of hugs to all who have been affected.

little feet

my little feet,

so short and sweet,

let's skip the pawdicure,

and go right to the treat!

- baxter, 4.4 years old, due today for his bi-weekly nail grooming (boo hoo) and rawhide reward (yippee!!)

i'll huff and i'll puff

A little bee buzzed about its business amongst the last remaining columbine blooms,  high above where the little kielbasa stood, and safe from everything save the forceful winds that blew forth from the mouth of its barking protester.

stay out of my yard u buzzy bee! Baxter's woofing proclaimed in no uncertain terms.

bzzzzzz off, said the busy bee, hardly giving pause as he continued his day's work collecting pollen.

well if u will not leave, may u please show me at least where i can find some honey? bargained the little dachshund, his tummy now rumbly from such forceful exhortation.

bzzzzzzbee, the bee so seemingly and agreeably responded, still focused on collecting his daily pollen.  bzzzz first, u must bring back a flower from the fabled singing tree peony that lives high in the mountains of bzzzzzlandia, and a blue leaf from the fluttering branches of the laughing farkovillea bush. only bzzzzzzen can i give u the answer to what it is you ask.

oh sure, okay.  don't go anywhere mister bee. i might need to get duk duk to help me find this stuff but i am sure i will be back in just a few minutes with everything you want and then we can go find that honey!

And the little red dachshund happily scampered off on his new mission, while the busy bee busily buzzed about its business in the refreshing stillness of the day.

eye spy

my little brown eyes

looking for bunnies to chase.

o where did they go??

- baxter, 4.4 years old, on having spent his sunny Monday afternoon with one eye open, patiently waiting for a bunny sighting in his yard.

return of the pink tongue

hot from my walkie,
whatever happened to spring -
maybe i missed it?

- baxter, 4.3 years old, after coming home hot n panty from his midmorning walkie on Easter Sunday, before temps hit the predicted ninety degree mark.

i am blur

playing with my toy,
running really fast, oh yeah,
just call me the blur.

- baxter, 4.3 years old, on yesterday's  race around the house with mister skunky p. eeew.

kitty ball

o short stubby legs,

how i love to bat my ball

just like a kitty!

- baxter, 4.3 years old, on playing  a game of kitty ball in the kitchen yesterday evening.