It’s a week before Christmas, and I’ve turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m still working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.
As a southern gentleman, I pride myself on being quiet and calm. However, every afternoon, I am overcome by my inner party animal. I blame the Boxer side of my personality.
Matt walks in the door, and I just have to pick up my kong and play it like a trumpet.
It shows Matt how happy I am that he’s home and how wonderful he is and how much I love him. But it’s not at all dignified.
As I come back into myself, sometimes I end up in a no-dog’s-land where I’m not sure who I am or what I’m doing. It’s a very confusing place. I end up sitting there with the kong and no idea how to get rid of it.
Seriously y’all, it’s hard to be a distinguished gentleman when I’m sitting there with a rubber cone hanging out of my mouth.
Any advice for helping me to control my excitement? Or any suggestions of tunes I should learn to play? What song do you think Matt would really appreciate?
Omg, LOL! Baxter, I think you should play “I’m on the Top of the World”, because you have found such a lovely home!!
I will ask Matt to add that to the iPod so that I can learn the tune.