Good Bye To Baxter…


Good Bye to Baxter..

“Baxter” Ranch Foreman

Good bye to Baxter, age 14 Salt and Pepper Mini-Schnauzer, aka;  Foreman of the Ranch.
He was given to me by my almost son: Dean Radcliffe.  He flew him down to me from Alaska 14 years ago.  I fell so completely in love with , my husband Ron said to me: “You need to get another dog.  If something ever happened to Baxter,  I don’t think you would recover.”  I took his advise and ended up with dozens of dogs through the years, becoming a dog breeder of Quality Dogs.There was never any doubt  the number one dog on the Ranch and in our hearts was Baxter.
He was the perfect dog.  He never walked on a leesh.  It was beneath his dignity.  He was voice controlled. He instinctively knew the boundaries  of the Ranch .  He did his patrol every morning.  Never chasing the cats, horses or the chickens.  We had him nurtured when we were unable to get his AKC papers.   It did not matter to him.  He mounted and locked with all the females and thought all the puppies were his.   No one could tell him any different.
I had Baxter in my car one hot summer day.  We were crossing the Antioch Bridge.  I saw a broken down old Hippy looking van on the side of the road about half way up the bridge.   Then I saw a man walking and looking very hot.  I realized he probably would have a heat stroke before he got to the other side of the bridge in this 110 degree heat.  With feelings of compassion,  I stopped the car and offered the man a ride.  Had I have known   this guy looked like a convict with his tattoos,  missing teeth, long dirty hair and  meth wild eyes,  I would not have stopped for him.
Baxter did not like his looks either.  He barred his teeth and growled  the whole time the guy was in the car.  I had to hold Baxter back by holding onto his collar.
“He won’t bite me,  will he?”  The nervous man asked.
Without missing a beat,  I replied ;  “Not unless you make a move toward me.  Then he is trained to go for the crotch!”
The blood drained from the man’s face and he clung tighter to the door.  Baxter continued to snarl. The car did not come to a complete stop before the man jumped from the car.
Baxter and I high fived each other and knew we would always have each others back.  
Now,  Baxter was my dog.  There was never any doubt about that with Baxter and me.  Except we didn’t tell Ron.   Ron always felt that Baxter was his dog.  “That’s my boy”.  He would praise.   Baxter was such a diplomat he made us both feel he was our dog exclusively. When he was a puppy we bought him a doggy bed that sat on the floor at the foot of our bed.  When the other dogs started sleeping on the bed,  I would offer to lift Baxter up but he felt it beneath his dignity and preferred his bed.  Once in a while he would test me.  He would place his paw on the side of the bed and wolf.  As though asking for permission to join the bed pack.  So,  I would lift him up.  He would walk from one end to the other and then jump down to the floor.  Just checking.  Making sure he had the option.

My wonderful Ron is an ex-Marine and had promised our beloved Mini-Schnauzer; “Baxter” that he would put him down when the time came when he had pain and no quality life. Baxter labored with pain yesterday, panting and not leaving his chair. I gave him pain meds but to no avail. So, Ron dug a hole for his grave in our Rose Garden, where he will join our beloved Rosie and Senorita Juanita and our old cat Handsome. He then took him out and said his good-byes. He came back into the house with his gun and tears in his eyes. Saying quietly; “The deed is done”. We hugged each other, cried and then sat and told “Baxter” stories for awhile. Easing our grief. We will so miss our wonderful Baxter. He left such a Legacy. It is because of him that we went into Breeding Dogs. We so loved him and wanted to share our joy of dog ownership with others. He was 14 and had a wonderful life. We referred to him as the Ranch Foreman. He truly ran the place.

Thank you Dean for the best gift I have ever received.

Love, Mary

About marysfarmreport

__From Yachts to Manure___... I have lived in a 9,000 square foot mansion in Piedmont, Ca. to homesteading a mobile home and living without running water or electricity for six months in Oroville, California. These are some tales of my adventures. From traveling the world with my Airline Executive late husband to , operating a Yacht Charter Business on San Francisco Bay as a widow with young children, to retiring to a Ranch in Oroville and raising horses and fancy pure bred dogs. Come join me on my adventures as I write this blog..
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7 Responses to Good Bye To Baxter…

  1. Marjorie says:

    laughter and tears all in a great one minute read!

    • Thank you Marjorie. You are such a good friend. Thank you again for taking care of some of my dogs when I broke my back. I am so fortunate to have

      a friend such as you. Love, Mary

  2. Dean says:

    What a wonderful gift you are to me Mary and Hiedi Claire Baxters mom was to us all!

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  4. Angela says:

    Mary, although we have never met I feel like you are truly a good friend to people. I just lost my husband on may 24 th and my heart is breaking right now. I can relate some of my feelings to the things you write about regarding your dogs and your sons. We live so close to eachother and maybe someday we can actually meet. Keep on writing, you touch many lives with your words.

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