Tuffy, author of the Beagle Blog

Wednesday, March 28, 2012


Dogs have friends, too

Humans don't always think that dogs have friends. But we do. We may not always see them, or see them real often, but we have friends, and we remember them even if time, life or death separates us.

This house has had multiples of doggie friends, both new and old. And so I'll tell you about some of them.

Baxter is a Yorkie who owns Stacey. Baxter is a little guy and still really young. He's so little. I don't think I've ever seen such a little dog. He's kind of silly looking. He's got hair all over his face, kind of black and tan hair, and little sparkley eyes with a snap to them. He'll probably be fun to play with when he grows up. I hope he gets bigger.

Baxter's mom brought him to our house to socialize him with other dogs. That's funny. It's not like we've got the most social dogs in this house, except for me, of course. Mom only let two of us play with Baxter at a time until he got used to us, and we got used to him. First Daisy and I got to play with him. Of course, first we just sniffed him because we didn't know what he was. It took a while to figure out he was a dog. Looked like a mop top to me and we kept trying to smell the wrong end. But he moved, we figured out which end was which, and then he just bounced all over. He's kind of cute, I think.

Baxter, after a haircut.  Now you can see which end is which.
Then mom let Jade and Oliver out to see Baxter, and put Daisy and me in the greenhouse for a while so we didn't all get out at once and scare the little guy. After he got used to all of us, then mom let us all out at once.

Baxter didn't seem too afraid of us although he stayed close to his mom and sat on her lap quite a bit. But it was kind of funny when Oliver went up to him and poked him with his nose. And then he just kept poking him. And poking him. It was like he trying to get Baxter to move so he could either see what he was or play with him. Maybe he thought he was a mouse or a rat and he thought he should catch him. I still don't know what that was all about. And Oliver ain't talking about it.

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