He is a Cockapoo/Bichon Frise mix. In other words, a white, fluffy mutt. We rescued him over Labor Day weekend, and so far, he is fitting in very well. He is only a year or two old, and has a lot of puppy playfulness, so he has brought a lot of joy to this house.
We needed some joy in this house, because this summer we lost our previous and thoroughly beloved dog Oliver to cancer. Oliver was a Westie/poodle mix. In other words, a white, fluffy mutt. He was only seven, and we were heartbroken. This is a picture of Oliver in his healthy days.
Yes, we realize the two dogs look somewhat alike and that we might need therapy.
Actually, Baxter is our therapy. We still miss Oliver, but it helps to love another dog. We are having a lot of fun with Baxter. Recently, I had some workmen in the house, and Baxter was just howling at the nail gun going off, so I strapped him in his car harness and we went to the park. Then I remembered I hadn't had lunch, and was starving, so we went to McDonalds.
We went through the drive-thru and I ordered an extra hamburger for Baxter. I took the bun and pickle off of it, and let him eat the burger in the backseat.
It occurred to me that I had just taken my dog to lunch and the park, and we were really enjoying ourselves. I chatted with him, and rolled down the window for him, and kept looking back to check on him.
I probably should have had more children.