Terrible Two's

Baxter is definitely in his terrible two's. He is constantly getting into things whenever I turn my back, and even when my back isn't turned. He's digging in the trash in the bathroom. He's in my bedroom playing with Cinnamon. He's in the writing room underneath the bed eating a shoe. I only have two eyes and they're not that good because if they were, I wouldn't need to wear glasses. But with Baxter, two eyes are not nearly enough. I have never seen a dog who is more curious than him. You make the slightest noise, he has to come and investigate. If you somewhere, he has to be right on your heels. In the basement, it's a disaster zone. This morning, while my dad was down there, Baxter found a beer case and decided to chew it up into little cardboard confetti pieces.

He despises all housework, chewing on mops, brooms, rakes and attacking vacuums, dust rags, and lawn mowers. This dog also hates people getting dressed. He pulls on pant legs, while you're putting said pants on, bites at your feet while you're trying to put socks on and adores trying to tug your shoe laces while all you want to do is tie them. He is a disaster and a brat on so many different levels. But he definitely has a personality. And the plus side is he won't be in his terrible two's forever. Hopefully anyway.