Hounds of Happiness

 

Look at this face.  This is the face of a happy hound.  I was very nervous about how I would take care of him when Lori first dropped him off in his box with a note that said, "Hi, my name is Baxter.  Will you be my mommy?"  I had just returned from a TDY to protect America from 'Merica, and knew that there would be more TDYs like in the near future as the election and the inauguration drew near.  I was correct and ended up all over the states.  

It all worked out.  We potty trained him and I got to enjoy watching my little 'tater grow up into a fine specimen of dachshund: a happy hound.