I don’t remember when I first fell in love with dogs.
I remember when a neighbors Bassett Hound got out while she was at work and I begged my dad to cut up the front door of our house so I could keep it in memory of him being returned to his owner.
And I remember sitting in a cage full of black and white fluffy puppies at the pound only to cry out “This one is mine!” Staking claim on the little tan mutt that would become my childhood gal. She really only liked my dad.
I don’t remember when I first fell in love with dogs. But I have always loved them. And I always will.
When it came time for me to get one of my own it was of no question that I would go to the pound, find the biggest – craziest pup in town, and love him until he fell to pieces. It was quickly pointed out to me that heels and big dogs do not mix, and perhaps a smaller animal was the way to go.
So my search began.
And went on.
I looked daily for 4 months to find Baxter. The drive to San Antonio was long and anxiety filled. Was I ready for a dog? Everyone told me no. Was he even actually a dog? Most people I had encountered on CraigsList at this point were fake or selling rats with painted on noses…
The moment they pulled him out of that car and my eyes locked onto his big ears and beady eyes, I knew a dog was the best thing I could have ever done.
Baxter has become my happiness. He is the first thing I see every morning… Him and all the paint that is no longer on my door due to his incessant scratching. And he is the last thing I pet before bed. More than that he has becoming our office mate, and the fat rolls we have all chosen to cry on at one time or another (though, don’t tell him we said that… he is sensitive). He is there when we have a rough day, and when we need an extra laugh. He loves to greet clients when they come over, and sometimes over whelm them with licks and jumps. he is a little bit ridiculous, and a lot a bit crazy. But we love him all the same.
He is our pup, and SLM would not be what it is without our little assistant!