Saturday was Baxter’s first birthday. I’m so lucky to have had him in my life this past year. Even when the shizz was hitting the fan in the past couple of months, he was always there for me, ready to wiggle with happiness and lick my face until I smiled. Nobody ever tells you how much having a dog can change you. I figure it’s like a fraction of what motherhood does. This little dude just relies on me for everything he needs. Dave and I are the centers of his universe. Sure, it’s stressful and sometimes takes more work than we thought he would, but every single moment of it is worth the effort. I don’t even mind touching poop. Well, his poop. Not just poop in general. I like to think I’m selective about the fecal fondling I do from day to day.
Baxter as a newborn (on the right). His sister, Olive, is on the left and is now owned by my dear dear friend Lindsey.