Hopefully it gets here this week. 

Baxter leaves his mark on literally every other mailbox (at least). I truly believe he's trying to cover up the mark of every other dog in the neighborhood with his own. 

My parents seem to be doing OK after losing Ripple. I know it hit my dad hard. They still have Tigger, although he's showing his age. He limps a lot, which gives me bad flashbacks (I know everyone here can relate to that). They've been told it's just arthritis due to old age. They've said Tigger will be the last one for them. If I ever have to go back into the office, it wouldn't surprise me if they "borrow" Baxter during the day. I'd kind of like to see them adopt a senior dog when the time comes. But that's up to them. 

Tonight's fun walk adventure was some asshole who dropped a firecracker out his car window onto the sidewalk. We were about 15 feet away, so it only startled Baxter. But it was clearly intentional toward us. A shame the jerk didn't stick around or I would have tested out my bear spray. 

Baxter says Aye!

He actually didn't seem to mind the sound too much, as long as he was inside. He wanted no part of going outside when they were going off. And he handled the firecracker pretty well. It spooked him, but not too bad. 

Happy to report the most adventurous thing on our walk tonight was Baxter seeing not one - but two - bunnies in a yard. They both got away safely. 

Us chilling tonight. Those are my legs underneath the blanket.