Baxter was no exception. I got him in 2006, just after graduating high school. Like any puppy separated from his brothers and sisters, he craved nearness and warmth, and an obnoxious amount of cuddling. He enjoyed chewing on things (including the photo album my SO at the time put together, and as I screamed at him he peed on the pieces. Ugh. Memories). During this time period movies like Pirate of the Carribean and Anchorman were pretty huge.
"He's pretty spunky," I said to my sisters. "We should name him Jack, like Captain Jack Sparrow."
Laura shrugged. "Maybe Jake, because he's playful."
|He was so small and adorable...|
The light clicked. At once, we all turned to stare at the small puppy curled in my lap. "Baxter!" we said, cooing his name. There was a faint tail wag. We knew what Baxter's name was.
In time the Baxter proved to be the best name for him.