Baxter, President of Darlin Beauxs, answers your FAQ's

Q: What is your Main Job Function in the Company?

A: Being the oldest son, I must learn everything I can as quickly as possible, because one day I will take over the enterprise. Right now, I oversee the budget. I make sure that no ribbon is wasted, and no buttons or beads fall to the floor. I hate having to bark at Mom, but I cannot tolerate waste. Usually, she picks the fallen item up when I bark at her, but sometimes she doesn't pay attention, then I have to pick it up and run circles around the kitchen with it. Mom hates chasing me to get me to drop things, so I see it is making her more careful.



Q: I see you modeled the Baseball themed bows. How much can a good looking pup like yourself make from doing modeling work?

A: Well, we are a relatively new business, so we are investing most of our profits back into the business, for materials and such. Because of this, I model for much less than my normal going rate. Mom throws a greenie, or Merrick treat my way every day, and that is good enough for now.



Q: What do you enjoy most about owning your own business?

A: That's easy: More time with Mom!

Momma Said There Would Be Days Like This.....

Yesterday I was napping on my favorite spot, the back of the couch, when Momma snatched me up and told me we had WORK to do. Huh? I work at doing nothing all day, and it keeps me busy enough, but you know how Mommas are when they are determined about something.

Anywoof, she took me outside, put me on the patio table, and pulled all my hair in a bunch and slapped some strings on it that she calls a bow. Cooper was looking out the window and laughing his tail off at me, he said it would only be a matter of time before I became an indentured servant/underpaid model for Momma's newest enterprise: Darlin Beauxs, Inc.

How did she get into the bow business? Take a wild guess. Can't figure it out? Well it has four legs, squats to pee, and goes by the name of Darcy Darlin.

I have attached a photo from my portfolio for your viewing enjoyment. The best thing you can do to prevent animal testing is to boycott the products who do such evil to us innocent pets. Therefore, I ask that you NOT buy any of Momma's horridly homemade bows. Thanks for your cooperation in putting this madwoman out of business!

Love
BB

We All Aged A Little Today....

Today is a strange day, pups. Mom and I are kind of out-of-sorts, even though we are at the comfy house and safe, we feel out of our element, like she grew another set of legs and a tail, and I suddenly grew thumbs, just unnatural.

Just like the wise doggie tells us, the best place to start a story, is right smack dab at the beginning of it, so here goes:

Daddy got up and was leaving for work this morning, but Momma noticed it was taking him longer than usual to leave, when she overheard him on the phone, in a quiet hushed tone. When she went to the garage door to see just what Daddy could be doing he yelled at her to stay in the house...and the he said SNAKE!! Well, Momma didn't need much convincing to stay in the house! Daddy cut the head off the snakey, and was going to grab some spray cleaner from the cabinet, when WTF, he sees ANOTHER snakey curled up on the TV, right at Daddy's eye level, as if to say "Turn Sportscenter ON!" Daddy yelled, knocked that snake down, and chopped him up, too. After many people studied the pictures, it was determined that they were two water moccasins, which are poisonous to doggies and mommas and daddies!

I sure am glad that Daddy killed the snakes. Cooper says he was never worried, if he would have found the snakes first, he would have shook them so hard their brains would have rattled, then when they were dizzy he would have flung them out of the garage so that they could never find their way back. Darcy, being the wise oldest pup, said that she TRIED to tell Momma there was snakes in the garage, she kept standing in the garage and looking over to the corner where snake number one was camping out, but Momma never paid attention. She too, is glad that Dad was such an efficient snake-slayer, and says that this is further proof that Daddy has supernatural powers, since he rescued her and all. (eye roll)

On an equally serious note, Momma is sad today. She had to take her oldest friend to rehab. I asked Momma what rehab was, and she said it is a place people go to when they want to kick a bad habit. I told her I thought Cooper should go into rehab for Mom and toy addiction, but she said that was just his personality (sigh). Momma was so sad, and her eyes were watery, so I did the only thing I knew to do, I laid on her chest, and licked the salty water off her face. Momma said sometimes the right thing to do is usually the hardest, thats why it hurts. Pups, please pray for my Momma's friend.

Too Naughty for Santa Paws?

Yesterday, I found myself in some Real Trouble. Mom decided it was the day of Christmas Cookies, she got up early and went to the stores....only she did so much shopping, and her helper had a hair appointment, so they didn't make it back until late.

Mom said she needed to make us tired, so we wouldnt interfere with her baking, so she harnessed us up and let our girlfriend walk us around the block. Now, if you read my diary, you know Mom can coerce me into walking a full 45 minutes, but this kid isn't Momma, and I didn't feel like it, so after the first lap I sat my bee-hind down in the street in front of my house, and would not budge! It worked....girlfriend took me back to the cozy house...and even better, she and Cooper kept walking!

So Momma was getting kitchen cleaned up, and who knocked on the door, but my SISTER, Snooks! I was so happy to see her, especially since she did not bring the baby human, so she could pay more attentions to me! Then the trouble started.

When it got dark..Momma wanted to go outside and show off the Christmas lights. Daddy said Cooper and I could go too, since we never leave the yard, and always make a mad dash for it when him or Momma yell "HOUSE"

I prooved I was in my terrible twos....I ran over to the neighbors even though Momma told me to come back...and even ignored Daddy when he said to come back...I was sniffing the kids...it was confusing tho...because thier baby human was skeered of me and started crying! I only came back home when one of them bent down to pick me up...then I ran back to my yard as fast as I could.

This made Sis and her boyfriend laugh, since I am a little chubby, they didn't think I could run! HMPH! I decided to show them how fast I was...so I went back to neighbors again....only to hightail it back when they tried to touch me.

Daddy scooped me up and I didn't get to play anymore...I didn't care though I was wore out! When we went back inside, Daddy told me how bad I was, but Momma gave me a kiss, so I wasn't concerned. Then Momma called Grandpaws, and started barking to him about how bad I'd been!

I didn't want Grandpaws to know I'd been bad, and I wanted some Chicken jerky, so I started pawing Mom and doing THE BARK. You know, the Great Dane bark I reserve for special occasions, so powerful it lifts my 2 front paws off the ground.

Dad was not amused...he made me get in my kennel, and I had to stay there for at least an hour. I never even whimpered...I knew I had taken it too far. Mom said she still loves me, and she will talk to Santa Paws and tell him to stay on standby....its ok to bring a few presents if I bee-have for the rest of the month.

Being good is such hard work....being bad comes natural. Please send some special pup prayers my way....I love presents!

Love
Baxter

Aunt Pat Gave me a New Nickname......

If you have been tuning in to Coop's diary....which I am sure you have since he is a dog-lebrity, and all...you would know Aunt Pat came to stay with us two days over Thanksgiving. Cooper, normally aloof and suspicious of all non-Momma humans, attached hisself to her side like glue, after discovering she made hourly trips out the back door to suck on little white bones that smoked.

Aunt Pat was duped in to believing Cooper was crazy about her, but no one had the heart to tell her he is a shameless opportunist who will not overlook any chance for a play session, even if it means he will have to sell out his beloved Momma in the process.

So, somehow, over this weekend I lost my all-time favorite doggie vote with company to Coop-yes I am amazed and disgusted!

Even worse, Aunt Pat gave me a new nickname: "Tha Ovaweight Lova Heavy B", which caused a drunken Momma to slide off the couch in a fit of giggles. Im not sure what the name means, but I know i take offense to the ovaweight part. Mom tld me i would have to be "Born in to the 90's" to understand...but she told me I am her baby, and thats all that matters!

Love,
Baxter, the not-so ovaweight lover

A Love Letter From Momma

OK Pups, I've allowed Mom to interrupt my regularly scheduled blog....she said she had something she wanted to say here.....so go ahead Momma!

Dear Baxter,

Every year, at Thanksgiving, I ask everyone at the table to say what they are thankful for. I spend a whole lot of time counting my blessings so that I won't leave the most important ones out on that day....and of course I listed you and your brother.

Baxter, you are my first baby, I love you more than words can say. You made me responsible for someone other than myself, and you turned our house in to a home, our marriage in to a family. Your personality brightens our day...and I am amazed at how intelligent you are.

I love you...I only want the best for you and your brother. I hope your Turkey Day was as great as mine...I know you ate lots.

I love you bunches,
Momma

I've Been Gobble Gobble Tagged!

I have been tagged, for the new game called Thanksgiving Tag. Thanks to all my friend, Little Man Mickey!
Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules. Each player needs to tell seven special things they are thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary and their 7 things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to play.

Things I am Thankful For:

1. I am thankful to Baby Jesus. !. I love his birthday, Christmas, because we eat good foods and get new toys, and number 2, because he had a hand in inventing chickens, which has to be the BEST food in the WORLD!

2. I am thankful for my Momma and Daddy. They take such good care of me. I get mad at my Momma because she makes me walk, and I would rather sleep and cuddle, but I know in my heart that baby Jesus put me in their paws to love me and take care of me!

3. I am thankful for my brother...Mom reminded me of this...I do enjoy his company sometimes.

4. I am thankful for my home...MOmma tells us all the time about all the homeless pups who dont have good foods or a warm house...and it makes me sad.

5. I am thankful for my bed...which is the most comfortable. It is perfect...with all feather bedding and pillows....I let my parents sleep there too since I love them...but they do hog it...ungrateful wretches!

6. I am thankful for Dogster. Momma learned all about the best foods and treats for us on here...and we have made such good friends...we love reading our pup pals diaries..and writing in ours!

7. And last, but not least....I am thankful for Thanksgiving. This will be my 3rd Thanksgiving, and Momma has assured me we will carry on the pup tradition of having a taste of EVERYTHING put in a special bowl for me to eat while the parents feast. Momma is such a good cook-er, and she really lets me pig out on this day!

We are tagging these 7 pups:
1. Tootsie 267430
2. Baxter 448228
3. Boomer 518751
4, Sky 493173
5. Jay-Jay 76593
6. Dakotah 594326
7. Ozzie 47901

Little Brothers are Worse than Cats!

Yesterday Momma put our harnesses on...I just knew we were going on a walk, and I was kinda excited because it has been fun with the weather cooler....but instead we got in the car....I was even more excited since this usually means we are running errands or going to Petco. Well, I was right! But she took me to the GROOM PEOPLE instead! I hate the GROOMERS! Last time I had to stay allllmost alllll day and I got skeered Momma wasn't coming back for me, plus they fed me some nasty treats...and I ended up having the "juicy poops" so bad Momma took me to the vet! How miserable is that! The groomers one day, the vet the next!

The vet man said it was nerves plus different treats, and I got some yucky medicine pumped down my throat with a syringe...I spit and spit and it went all over the tech giving it to me and the tech holding me down...AND MOM! Then I had pills to take and couldn't eat ANYTHING for 24 hours. When Mom called the groomers they swore they never fed me anything...but then Mom called the manager and she owned up to it. Mom still likes the groomer though, she just packs us a treat bag and tells them under no uncertain terms not to feed us ANYTHING ELSE!

So needless to say, I hate this place. When I realized what Mom had in store, I plunked my butt down and refused to walk, so she just picked me up and carried me! My sad puppy dog eyes didn't even work...she just kissed me and left!

Here's the kicker...while I was getting the chinese doggie torture...Mom and Coop were shopping in Petco...they picked us up 2 new huge ceramic bowls to eat out of, since our stainless aren't big enough for us to eat at the same time. Then Mom took him to Sonic and bought HIM an icewater, and some lunch for her. Then they went to our special park WITHOUT ME...and
Cooper just had to rub it in...he barked the ducks were out and he had fun barking at them, plus barking and growlin at everyone! Then he came home and he took a nap in Mom's lap!

Mom didn't bring Cooper back to pick me up...she kept loving on me and telling me how soft and handsome I look with my new haircut, but I am still peeved at the whole thing. Mom says we will have some alone time when Coop gets groomed, and she will take me for some Eskamoes too! Take that Cooper!

LOve
Baxter

We Did it!

We went on a THIRTY MINUTE walk! Mom wasn't sure if I could do it, since I don't like walking much, but the weather is so cool. she thought we'd try it. We loved it!

I'm off to take a nap now...walking is sooooo tiring!

Baxter

The Voice of Reason

I'm fed up. I have a brother who barks and growls at his own shadow, and everyone else's. I counted at least 5 naps he interrupted today barking at nothing, then I have to bark to tell him to shut up, then we both get in trouble!

I wish I was an only dog. Momma is just crazy about Baby Coop, she thinks he can do no wrong. Wait, She doesn't think i do anything wrong wither, its just that Coop hogs her.

MY DAD is too busy playing his video game to notice me.

I think I'll go to bed
Baxter