For sale...

One adorable 5 year old Springer Spaniel named Baxter. Just kidding (kind of) about the for sale part. But I must say, if we found a loving home for him, I think we may consider it.

Baxter has, well, a lot of energy. You see when Steve and I first got married I insisted on getting a dog. I grew up with dogs, a springer actually. And during my years in NYC and then of course over seas it was impossible for me to have a dog. But now that we were "settling down", why not. Shoot, now I can think of 100 reasons why not.

WEll, we did just enough dog research to be dangerous. I have always wanted a basset hound or an english bull dog (or any other kind of lazy, ugly dog.) Steve really wanted a dog that he could run with and throw balls to at the park. Neither of us wanted a big dog. So, a Springer seemed like a good choice for us.


We found a great breeder not too far from Dayton. We knew we didn't want a puppy mill dog and Baxter came with quite a pedigree. Both of his parents were champion hunting dogs. Oooo.. red flag there but we didn't care, this dog was gonna have good hips! Needless to say, we live in Downtown Dayton (read: NOT a big yard) and we don't hunt.

No joke, Baxter's one party trick is to hunt bugs. If you've ever been over, you've probably seen it. But all you need to say is, "Baxter, get a bug" and he will run like an idiot for 1/2 hours straight in circles, trying to catch an imaginary bug. It's a bit embarassing, really. But since we are not above getting a cheap laugh, we have been known to run ragged yelling, "Get a bug."

Baxter has a bit too much energy for our less and less active lifestyle. He is actually like having a 3rd toddler around. At any moment during the day I've got Turner screeching, Olivia throwing a tantrum and Baxter barking. Wow, and now we're adopting. We are gluttons for punishment. So depending on the moment, I'm willing to ship Baxter to the lowest bidder!