That Paxton. He is such a dog. He is the doggiest of all dogs. No doubt about it.
Paxton will be 5 years old March 2015. He is starting to get a little gray around his muzzle and his steps have slowed some. He still likes to help me sweep the floors but doesn’t try to help me sweep things into the dust pan. He’s usually too tired by them.
When Paxton was a puppy, he was ENERGY! Oh My Goodness!!! We used to pray for the day when we would act like a regular dog and lay around most of the day.
Those days are here.
It’s nice, in a way, to not be having to constantly be entertaining the dog because he wants to play all. the. time. but in another way, I really miss it.
Paxton has enough personality in just himself for at least a dozen other dogs. He is personality +++++
What a dog!
MFH (My Favorite Husband) makes fun of Paxton. He is always saying things like, “I’m really sorry you’re so ugly.” and “I’m really sorry you caught that parked truck.”
He mocks Paxton’s cute smushed nose and stump of a tail. I think Paxton is the best. dog. ever.
What a dog!
So, what brought about this nostalgia?
Well, if you recall, this past week was MFH’s birthday. #1 Son had brought over T-Bone steak for MFH’s birthday present. Nice Present! We saved the steak until the cold snap passed and we could grill. Today was THE day. MFH grilled the steak.
Perfect!
(We never, ever buy steak. Cost prohibitive.)
Somehow, Paxton knew, I mean he KNEW what was on that plate. How do dogs do that!?!
We ate. Paxton was sitting. Watching intently. Drooling on the kitchen floor (I kid you not, there was a puddle on the floor!).
MFH made a major production of really cleaning off the bone. The dog was about ready to explode! Paxton was quivering he was so excited.
MFH was saying to the dog, “What make you think you are getting any of this?” But Paxton knew.
Paxton was ready. He waited patiently.
Finally, MFH was done with the steak. Paxton went into his routine to get his treat. Shake, bow down and look as pitiful as possible. What a lucky puppy! 🙂
