|Notice he's not leashed?|
Told him to just stay and be good.
When we lived in NC, in order to get into our house, you literally had to kick the door open. We'd just finished going for a walk, and because he was standing so close, I tried gently pushing my foot against the door. It didn't budge.
"Bax, can you step to the side so I can kick this?" I asked.
He literally stepped to the side.
Before we left, we visited my friend Jake. I left Baxter with him while I went adventuring a few hours away. The following day I got a text saying, "I love your
|He's all, "Dude, it's messy. Please clean"|
There have been a lot of small things like this, Baxter brings you a toy, and you say, "No, get your new toy," and he drops that one and finds the one you've just told him to get. I have no clue how he does this, but somehow he does.
Which is why, Baxter is my favorite person on the planet :)
In happier news, WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE END OF THE A TO Z! HANG IN THERE!