Mom said it was time for me to post an update on Buster. We adopted him in March and he has settled into our family pretty well. Of course, there was some initial carnage. He seemed to take a liking to Juliana’s Little People, and learned how to open her Noah’s Ark in order to get to the Little People and Animals stored inside of it. We learned to keep the Little People up high when Juli isn’t playing with them, and poor Buster has to be crated when there aren’t any humans home, because he really really likes Juli’s things no matter how well she puts them away!
His diet is going well. Dad takes him on part of his runs on the weekend. He does 2 miles with Dad and then gets dropped off at the house. He has gone from 95 pounds down to 80 pounds! Yay Buster! He doesn’t look like he’s going to pop anymore, which is good. He is slowly becoming comfortable with Dad brushing his teeth and cleaning his ears out. That has been a slow process, especially the brushing the teeth. I don’t think his old owners did any of that for him.
He did have an incident with a bunny though. Mom says Buster is innocent, but the jury is still out. All I know is that I heard Noah say, “Mom, what is Buster carrying in his mouth?” and then I heard Mom yell, “Ew! Oh no. Buster drop it, drop it, drop it, and get in the house now!” Then she grabbed a couple bags and ran outside. I overheard her tell Dad that the bunny was dead. She doesn’t know if Buster killed it or not, but he definitely was carrying it in her mouth. She also told Dad that he owed her big time for having to bag a dead bunny.
Then there was the day of the “terrible smell”. Mom and the kids came home and Noah said, “Mom, why does the house smell like poop?” Poor Buster. He had an upset stomach and had diarrhea in his crate about 5 minutes before Mom and the kids got home. He was good and tried to not sit in it. After Mom got the crate cleaned out and Buster bathed multiple times, and the house aired out (thank God for the whole house fan and a nice day out), she again told Dad that he owed her big time.
Which brings me to this weekend. Yesterday, Dad went out for his run. Mom was the only one up besides me and Buster. She let us outside. Well, Buster saw something. I’m not sure what, and he busted through a rotted part of the fence. Mom didn’t know because she was inside. So, I did the only thing I could think of, and started barking and barking. Mom came out to call us in and that’s when she saw that Buster was gone and the hole in the fence. She immediately got me in the house and ran out the front door calling for Buster and saying some other words that I’m not allowed to type. I also heard her mumble something about Chili Dawg never doing anything like this. I watched from the front door as she took off down the middle of the street, barefoot and in her pajamas yelling for Buster. When she got to the end of the street, I saw Buster come running from a different direction. He ran right to Mom. Mom grabbed his collar and then Buster practically dragged her home. As soon as Dad came home from his run, Mom sent him out to the “Man Store” to get supplies to fix the fence, and the 2 of them spent the rest of the morning finding and repairing ALL of the rotted areas along the fence line.
Geesh, that Buster. He sure keeps us on our toes!
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