chapterhouse doxie

Yesterday tiny chumley seemed to make it his day's priority to get my attention.  Snackie after snackie, toy after toy, belly rub after belly rub, lap time after lap time, and even pooping after pooping, none of my basic responses seemed to really quell the burning desire that set tiny chumley's eyes ablaze.

I actually feel rather lucky that he and I share a rather generous user's manual when it comes to living together. I can tell without ever getting up from my desk if he is barking at a stranger, a cat, a bunny, or a little miss.  He knows when I am going to leave the house to run errands before I even do. A case of the zoomies? Someone forgot or was unable to take him out for his usual after lunchy lunch or early evening poopie. Tricks and mealtime training of course are so engrained now that he could and often does an autopilot routine, which I often interrupt and alter to keep things fresh and interesting.  

He also usually knows when it is time to give up on me, when I am thick in the middle of makey project or some daft computer thing.  But yesterday was different.  There was something which he obviously felt we should be doing, if I could only understand what it was he was trying to tell me. And for that, I can only hope that he and I keep adding to chapters to our life's user's manual together, so that one day all of life's happy go lucky mysteries can be solved. :)

to whom it may concern

Today I had a blog post all planned out and had even started taking pictures for it.  But then I got tied up in a facebook copyright infringement request after learning that someone had used one of Baxter's images in a very disappointing way, to pander for more facebook likes on their page. A situation made more urgent by the numerous times the uncredited post had already been shared.

I've often wished for a variety of solutions to fix this, to prevent all the varying degrees of unauthorized, thoughtless and uncredited copying and posting and reposting of tiny chumley's images.  And mostly, I wish that the folks who bother to make the time to repost other doxie images to the internet could see the value in using the time instead to focus on posting about their own little loyal and loving four legged low rider friends.  Baxter lives here, at this address in the internet world.  His uninterrupted story, the depth of our love for him, and his often silly yet earnest observations on life as shared with his toyfriends - it all here in Kalyxcornucopia world, and will always be here for old friends to visit and new friends to discover, even years after I won't be able to take pictures of him anymore.  I only wish the same could be said for all the little sausagey boys and girls out there whose stories are left untold. :)
 

ode to a strawberry

o giant strawberry from the store,

i love you and would love you even more,

if u would kindly make your way into my tummy,

and i would declare you oh so yummy!

-baxter, 7.3 years old :)

lunchy lunch al fresco with an only dog: bacio alla francese :)

mmmmmwwwaaaaa...

(lick!)

hee hee, see mom, no matter how hard i try not to, it always turn out frenchy style! :)

sunny side pup

   (ppfffwweeeeeoOOOooOooeeeoooo!)

hee hee, duk duk, if u do that again, I am going 2 pound u. 

chikky chikky yum yum

hee hee why yes i was a good boy for the tushie man, wasn't i? thanks for the boiled chikky treat mom! :) :)

sign language

dear diary,
you know how somedays u think u are so luckee because you wake up and find out from your mom that u can stay home from school, but then u find out the reason why is because the tushie man is coming to give you a three year rabies shot and then u do not feel so lucky after all?  well, today is one of those days.   and since he will probably be working close to u know what and i might be too excited to remember to say anything beforehand, i figured it was very important to make up and post a reminder for the tushie man where a reminder is most necessary.  i hope it does the trick.

toodleydoo!
b. :)

be vewy quiet

be vewy quiet, i'm - well, u know by now what i am doing. well, okay, not that. but the other thing. no, no the other thing. no, the one that involves bunnies. but not their poop. although i would not mind hunting up some of that too :)

ready steady

hee hee, the little misses did not say exactly when after school they would come get us to look for tadpoles today, so we should all stay ready steady, dontchoo think, duk duk?

because we are a family :)

 






 

side by side we three be,

mom and dad and little me,

together walking happily,

because we are a family. :)

- baxter, 7.3 years old, writing about his walk to the park.

a tisket, a tasket, i found these in my easter basket :)

hee hee hee, i always knew there was something else i liked about the easter bunny.  :) :)

thank u miss devri for the super cool yellow dukkie toy and easter card!!, luv b.:) :)

yo soy el perro en el sombrero :)

um, well..because u said i could dress myself this year. and..because sombreros are super cool and...eastery? :) :)

hee hee, happy easter mis amigos!! :)

pinky swear

hee hee, okay so we are agreed! and to seal the deal, according to bylaw number threevty six, now is the time when we pinky swear. but since none of us have pinkies, let's invoke clause number four eighty three dash n.

upon our noses we do swear, to keep our promise everywhere. :)

we've got mail :)

hee hee, u know duk duk, sometimes i think our friendy friends might know us a little too well.

math lesson

There are times when I can tell that tiny chumley wishes he were twice as big, so that maybe the world that walks by his window would take him twice as seriously.  But then I'd be stuck in the unfortunate position of having to tell him that two times cute still only equals double cute. :)

ps - doot doot doot! just in time for Mother's Day - the rainbow double litter of doxie necklaces are ready for adoption! :) --> http://etsy.me/1pbH28z

less than stinky :)

tiny chumley's plump little butterball tushie hasn't graced us with a p-eeeeeeeew in quite a while, I've realized recently.  And if I were a better record keeper, what I am about to say might be said with greater certainty, but I'll say it just the same - it seems to me that Baxter outgrew the p-eeeeew stage between the ages of 5 and 6 years old, the same as his distant brothers before him, Kep and Padua.

Whether the cessation was coincidence, an actual bodily rite of passage, better tail management, or perhaps a side effect of having taken prednisone for one reason or another by that age, I'll never know.  But I know that we are all happier to leave the p-eeeeews behind, most of all mister fastidious, who - despite his love of all things stinky - always seemed so apologetic when his tushie made a p-eeeew, and with great determination, he would lick and lick and lick and lick and lick any affected areas, even after my thorough washings removed what I thought to be all traces of that special kind of tushie stink.

Today tiny chumley and his less than stinky, plumpy round tushie will be back on his yellow tuffet, helping me work on our Etsy listings for the rainbow litter of doxie necklaces.  And if all goes well, you just might hear the distant sounds of a doot doot dooty doot from u know who. :)

let's take a rocket to the moon

Tired of waiting for seemingly forever now on his little yellow tuffet,  tiny chumley gently rested his little noggin at the edge of table yesterday while he watched me pack and wrap our latest litter of etched and enameled doxie necklaces.

mom, do u think we could move to the moon? that way, i could nibble on cheese all day, and basically feed myself lunchy lunch, and dinner too. and even snackies would be covered, so I would not be asking u like I might be asking u now for a teeny tiny snackie from my teeny tiny snackie jar.  which happens, I see, to be right over there. :)

be my guest :)

oh yes, your ears do smell very nice, cassie!

but here, let me tell u something my puppy friend.  i know it is sunday and all and normally we do not learn things on account of there being no school on sunday, but since u only just started puppy kindergarten, and i am older and wiser than u, well, let me tell u sumptin because  sniffing ears is nice n all, but real dogs? 

real dogs sniff tushies! here..be my guest!! :) :)

 

jedi mind trix

no mom, there is nobuddy here who needs a bath.  I smell just fine. you were on your way to get me a snackie. and then we will go outside to play :) :) 

yesterday i went to the hardware store :)

oooh goody, i smell cow poopie.  are we at a farm maybe? no wait, i smell flowers, and mulch, and hmmmm...power tools!  i know where we are! i wonder if they still have the tiny hot tub and the shiny disco lights that me and duk duk want to install in our back-...what? why, yes, mom i promise to stay in the cart and be very good.

be vewy quiet. this is not the dachshund u are looking for. i am not in this cart. u do not see me.  u do not smell me. this cart is empty. there is nothing but dirt and stinky flowers in this cart...and soon i hope some cherry tomato plants. but u will not see those either...move along. there is nothing 2 see here. 

 
hee hee hee, choo chooooo! chooo chooo! all checked out and ready to board the P & S Poopie Snake Express! next stop the pet store and then if i am lucky, the chikky fil-a! chooo choooo! chugga chugga, chugga chugga - choo choooo!

okay, mom, if u just leave the cart here i will load everything for u and if u want, i can even take us to our next stop! well, i mean after we stop by school to pick up r2duk2 and 3lulu-poopCO. and chocobacca and princess pinkpuppy.  chooo chooo! :) :)