Today’s Run:  12.00 miles

Paxton is my dog.  He is my guardian, my watchdog, my hero.  Ever faithful, vigilant and true.

Paxton is a Boxer.  I believe we have discussed him in a previous post but we are going to continue our discourse a bit longer because he has proven to me again just how wonderfully brave he is.

We have discussed his fear of thunderstorms and how he hides in the hall bath or under my husband’s desk.  He is afraid of fireworks.  This Thursday is going to be awful for him.  Poor puppy.

Discussion has been held about his great enthusiasm aka:  love of life, and the names he has obtained in regards to said enthusiasm.  Paxton the Destroyer,  Mr. Enthusiasm and of course Bozo.  Those are all, wonderful, fitting and well earned names for my pudgy pooch.

But today…today is the icing on the cake.  Paxton has finally learned how to spell.  The word he can spell is, W-A-L-K.  Bright boy, my Paxton!  So, I said, “I am going to take ‘You know who’ on a ‘You know what'” and my husband said, “What?” and I said, “I am going to take ‘You know who’ on a W-A-L-K” and the dog went bananas!  Yipee!!!  I get to go on a walk!!!  Jump, jump, jump!!!

We toddled off down our street on his W-A-L-K when I almost lost control of my brave and loyal friend.  He totally flipped out on me!  Why?  A butterfly landed on his puppy butt.  YAY!  Paxton.  Hero status achieved!