Baxter lies quietly net to my feet as I type. He is loyal and good. A sweet pup we rescued six years ago, when he was just two.
A white shepheard he is exceedingly handsome, and his once big pink nose, is turning a slightly darker color...perhaps from the sun here in Florida.
He is moving his feet, as his eyes twitch in his slumber. and I wonder what he is dreaming. His breathing grows heavy and labored and now both his front and hind feet twich and move spastically.
"Baxter.." I call out softly to him..not wanting to startle him.. His eyes slowly open and he turns to face me, eyes full of love.
He is my buddy. My baby. For now.
A white shepheard he is exceedingly handsome, and his once big pink nose, is turning a slightly darker color...perhaps from the sun here in Florida.
He is moving his feet, as his eyes twitch in his slumber. and I wonder what he is dreaming. His breathing grows heavy and labored and now both his front and hind feet twich and move spastically.
"Baxter.." I call out softly to him..not wanting to startle him.. His eyes slowly open and he turns to face me, eyes full of love.
He is my buddy. My baby. For now.
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