29 April 2012
Baxter is my dog. He is an almost 2yr old small terrier cross rescue. We refer to him by many names: Baxter, Boo Radley, Boo... Shit Head. He is a thug. We fondly refer to him as 'the terrorist'. We have tried not negotiating with him, but he always wins. He is tiny, about the size of a piece of A4 paper, but he has the most ginormous ears. I swear on a windy day, he'd almost take off!
He is obssessed by tennis balls and by harassing our Schnauzer, Ludo. Poor Ludo :(
He follows me around, with a ball in his face, whining at me to throw it for him. He is a pest, but I love him. He makes me laugh out loud every day.
At the end of a hard day, whining, pestering and terrorising, he likes nothing better than to crawl under the duvet and curl up on my feet. I tried locking him out on the landing, but he ate my carpet. Like I said, shit head.
Baxter Big Ears • Opuss № I