This is Buster.
We love him to pieces.
If we could bottle up all the things we love about him, keep it in the fridge and sprinkle it on a bad day. We’d make millions. See Buster has always lived a simple house dog life. And after fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...i don’t know how old this boy is now! But we just love him love him love him
Sometimes, my husband & I worry that he’s not happy. Because of his arthritis or his week hip. But then, he bounces up like a pup, when ever he hears the food bowl filling up or his ears perk up just to hop outside...he doesn’t get very far, just to the edge of the concrete on the patio, and then like he’s on auto pilot, takes the same route behind the futon and back to the door. He comes in drinks and mossies back to his bed. which happens to take up half of our living room.
But we wouldn’t do anything less for this guy. He deserves his Beach Blanket Retirement...4teen, fifteen, 6teen...keeps getting more precious..."