That’s Bearbear on the left and Baxter on the right, waiting or dinner. You can tell, I guess, that Baxter is just too skinny; this was about 3 weeks before he died.
My friend Julie was over for dinner mid-November, when I roasted a free-range chicken; we were about to sit down, but I fed the dogs first. Bearbear and Baxter always had to sit and wait at the edge of the kitchen while I put their meals together. Julie thought they looked so adorable and patient, and she took a few photos.
It’s still hard to believe Baxter is gone. Oh well.
…hard to believe that he is gone…..
Yeah, it is. I still miss Baxter, and remember how when he first came to my house he barked at me often to try and get me to do what he wanted. I was so relieved when that stopped and he seemed to believe (if that’s not too strong a word, I don’t think so) that I actually would do what he wanted, most of the time, without him having to bark about it.
Call me crazy, but, I’m still thinking about another Corgi. I just sent my Danner boots up to Portland, OR for a long-overdue overhaul, so with the right shoes I should be ready for more walks and games of catch with the right dog.
I’m warning Bearbear daily that he’s not going to be an only dog forever…..