wordless wednesday
Champ
We met you in May of 2004 at the Humane Society. You were the only dog who could have cared less that there were humans walking around. While all the other dogs barked and barked at us, you lay on the floor curled up and awake, yet quiet and uninterested. We almost passed you by but after mentioning you to one of the employees they said you were a good boy and that we should take you out for a walk. Once outside you perked right up and wanted to sniff everything and explore and didn't seem at all like the dog you were inside. We were hooked. We agreed to take you home and took care of the necessary arrangements. Your name was Champ because the Humane Society had picked you up on the side of the road, very injured in what they assumed was a fight with another dog. We were told you were maybe two years old at most. The Humane Society fixed you up and you healed like a, well, like a champ. We decided to rename you Baxter. We brought you h...
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Brings back memories.
His shirt is to die for cuteness!!!!
What did your kids have to do to get all those beads??
~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom
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