It has been several days since my last confession... I mean, post.   I, BaxterDog am exhausted! between the cat chasing me down the hallway and L travelling from the yard to the basement to the kitchen to the yard again - it is hard to keep up.  I think I am walking 3000 steps per minute ---

Tonight we stopped at the grocery store - to buy ice cream.  I was very excited when the ice cream cone was topped up and I heard the first crunch....  I waited and waited, and waited ever so patiently and attentively - like the best little dog I could be.  The last bite of the cone was nearly there - I was salavating and dreulling - and I blinked a bit slowly as I imagined the taste on my tiny little tongue... and when my blink opened - the cone was GONE! How could this be?  GONE.  I looked around, thinking it must have dropped to the floor - GONE.  J told L that the bottom was to be for me - but he said, it was his favourite part - and that I had to go without.... then he had the nerve to go and get a second cone - fill it with icecream and eat it to the bottom as well.  GONE.   J saved my mind, and got me a little piece from the bag.   She is pretty cool.

The sunbeams are bright and warm... and the cat is at the cottage. so here I rest.  G'Nite.