21/01/2025
Baxter Winston Graves
From the moment I met Baxter as a pup, he was my shadow, always by my side. A true gentleman and fashionista, he loved his wardrobe of clothes, bowties, and hats, always ready to pose for photos or greet anyone who wanted to pet him. His charm and high-class presence even earned him access to resort areas where dogs weren’t typically allowed—lounging poolside in Palm Springs or perched on bar stools at restaurants.
But Baxter wasn’t just about style—he was an adventurer at heart. Unlike most Frenchies, he loved swimming. In the ocean, he would paddle around, enjoying the weightless feeling, and at the lake, he’d leap off the paddleboard to chase ducks. Whether it was camping, hiking, boating, or paddleboarding, he was always happiest by my side.
Every night, Baxter curled up with me, a constant source of love and warmth. He was more than a dog—he was my companion, my mirror, and my heart.