March 24, 2013
It's sunday, beautiful out, and wendy takes baxter for a walk. I was up at 7 am and baxter did not scratch or howl to get me up and so i feel like i should get to him before he does and show him that he's a good dog for not doing so. I nap on the sofa while they're gone. More than an hour goes by and i get a frantic text Diaarhea! Baxter! In someone;s driveway. Need help cleaning it up!
and then another right after that said Hurry!
I pack a bag of paper towels and water spray and the miracle scent stuff and even medical gloves and hoof it over. it's the first time he's ever pooped on a walk and poor guy it's because he couldn't help it.
two more bark firsts - one to two pretty looking bulldogs - same MO, all good at first and then Baxter snarl-barks and it's over.
A lare black and white dog looks like she wants to eat baxter. Um, Is it okay if my dog meets yours? She has trouble with other dogs, a woman pushing a pram ahead of her husband and the dog says. She' sfine in the park but on the leash .... she trails off. I drag Baxter to teh other side of the road. He's just learning to be with other dogs I say, so I guess that's not a good idea. He's a foster. She was a foster too, the woman says cheerfully.
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