As we approach the anniversary of that day ... I'm trying to clean out my office. And I have a binder with all of the receipts from every one of Rocky's vet visits. Starting in September of 09 all the way through to the oncologist visits post-amputation. I've always had a tough time throwing stuff related to Rocky out, but I'm thinking it may be time to toss these. Although, I came across the one from September of 2010 when we went to the emergency vet after he ate a full plate of chicken bones; I may need to keep that one since that makes me laugh now. 

I already have his final tennis ball, one of his beds (Baxter inherited two of his newer beds) and some other stuff. Not sure why I need to keep receipts. Especially when some aren't very happy (like his cancer diagnosis). 

Changing subjects, Tigger is apparently out of the socks now. He learned how to take them off and I think my parents gave up on putting them back on. 

And last, but not least: 

Good to know I'm not the only one who kept them.

But I emptied the binder and put them all in a trash bag in my office (well, except for the chicken bone one and the one before his biopsy since it has his picture ... also kept the prescription form from Walgreens that says "Tramadol for Rocky Dog." I haven't actually taken the trash out yet, but I think I'm going to dump them this week. 

I still have one Frosty Paw sitting in the freezer from four years ago too. I had bought a box of four with the plan of giving Rocky one each night over the holiday weekend; and he never got the last one. That may stay in the freezer for a while longer. 

I'm a day late, but yesterday was the four-year anniversary of Baxter's Gotcha Day. Time flies. I've now had Baxter half as long as I had Rocky, which is unbelievable. 

We've been busy this fall. On Halloween, Baxter somehow tore his dew claw (yup, the same one) again. The vet said it's probably more susceptible  to tearing now and probably something we'll just have to deal with. Fortunately, it came out pretty easily again, although Baxter wasn't happy that Dad left the room when they yanked it out.

Baxter also got a job. In early October, I discovered a chipmunk had been crawling up the corner piece of my vinyl siding. I'm not sure if he's just getting under the vinyl or of he's actually chewed his way into the walls. My pest control guy put some sort of steel mesh at the entry points of the corner piece to hopefully keep him out, but I tasked Baxter with catching that little nuisance. He came close several times, but has yet to catch him. Although I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks now, so I'm not sure if the chipmunk went into hiding or if the neighbor's cat got him. 

Anyway, to celebrate Baxter's Adoption Day, here are some photos, including one of of the chipmunk hiding from Baxter on top of my hedge. Hope everyone is doing well and has a great Thanksgiving.