My Muse...Sort Of

Most nights when I'm typing away at the computer my best friend, Baxter, has a tendency to stare at me, and my computer as though he'll eat one of us. All he wants is attention, constantly. When he just can't take it anymore, he likes to climb into my lap. This 130+ pound piece of dog climbs into the lap of his 120 pound owner. Usually at this point my writing looks something like this:
asdlkfjsafhhjjjj........
Followed by many back spaces.
I've had a lot of times where his head literally rests on the edge of my laptop while I type. When he gets tired, he'll lay by my feet, or on top of my legs but he's never too far from me.

His favorite toy is a little giraffe that he stole from my mom's JRT's, and sometimes when I'm not paying attention, he likes to just lay with it:

He's gone through a lot with me. Together we've lived in two bug infested houses, gone on many road trips (one to Massachusetts, then to North Carolina and back, and Michigan and back), watched sunrises, gone over to friend's houses. During the car ride, he usually looks something like this:

Overall, when I come home, I try to play with him as much as possible because he's been home for eight hours and I feel bad. But sometimes, due to things like writing, or arthritis, or any other distraction, I'm not able to give him as much attention as he deserves. I love him whole heartedly, and he makes up my entire life. Part of the reason why I'm trying to hard to get published is for him. (My last blog was about why I write...I forgot to add him to the list). Though I know it won't pay all of the bills, it may help to get his food upgraded, or maybe buy him some fancy toys and treats. Maybe a new leash..because he's peed on his...more than a few times (icky).

My best friend is my running buddy, my sleeping companion (who actually makes me cuddle him when we sleep. Don't worry, it's weird to me, too), my skateboarding buddy, my co-pilot. I love this little (big) man, more than I can ever express. But the reason I love him most of all:

Is because he has these big floppy ears that allow him to listen to me when I read my stories out loud when no one else wants to. And the best part is?

He always loves what I write.

So here's to you, Bax-Man. I love you :) Someday like I told you, we'll have a better life.