Baxley

I got Baxley when he was 3 years old. He settled into a place in my heart I hadn’t known was empty. He was a wonderful companion. He loved to sleep between my legs with one paw wrapped around my leg. If he laid down beside you, one part of his body had to be touching yours, whether it was his side, his leg, or his butt. He was a bossy old man, who ruled the house with an iron paw, he didn’t put up with any shenanigans from the other kids (furry or otherwise) <3 But he loved with his whole body. He was everybody’s protector, when we would go camping he would have to make regular rounds around the campsite to make sure everything was secure. He had many nicknames, Bubba the love sponge, Buddy, Baxman, and the old man. I surely miss the heartbeat at my feet. For a very little dog, he leaves a very big hole.