Thursday, February 24, 2011
Put a shirt on it
Baxter makes my daily life just that much harder. He chews the toys that are left on the ground, whines to be let in the house five seconds after being let out and tries to eat food off the table.
He also runs away. And refuses to come back until HE is ready. Bastard. Really. He nearly made me a mental case yesterday while he roamed the new neighborhood (which is pocketed between two really busy roads) and just looked at me while I was screaming his name.
So tonight I decided to just make fun of him and make him wear a t-shirt. It's the most I've ever liked him!