He’s 11 1/2 years old. For the first time, I found him napping in front of the fireplace. I stood there gazing at him. He was laying on his side, his small body twitching. I’m sure that he was revisiting one of the hundreds of adventures that he and I have shared over the years.
For those of you that haven’t met him, he is very small, needs to be groomed (very badly), and I’ll probably give the little turd a bath later today.
I continue standing there and remember, like it was yesterday, when Dar and I drove down into the Arkansas hills and picked him up. He had just been weaned.
As we drove back, I stopped at a Walmart , in Springdale, to get him a toy sleeping companion. I found a small stuffed dog , and I named him Fluffy. I don’t know why, it just seemed right..
Fluffy still lives with us and is Buster’s fav.
Buster has a herd of stuffed friends and they all have names and he has sex with all of them (except Fluffy) when ever he has a notion. I keep telling Pinn , that he’s a 6 pounder with a pound and a half pecker.
I continue looking at him and remembering. He’d be pissed if he knew that I was standing there because he’d want to be doing something.
I guess old dogs and old men have several things in common. We both like to spend a little time in front of the fire chasing the chill away. Taking short naps, dreaming of all the conquests of yesterday. Taking life at a little slower pace, conserving our energy for the tomorrows to come.
I gaze at him for a few more seconds and softly say to myself, rest well little buddy, we have places to go and things to see. As I turn away, I continue, also we have to plan for a Sasquatch hunt in the coming days.
Then I walk to my favorite chair to grab a short nap.
For those of you that haven’t met him, he is very small, needs to be groomed (very badly), and I’ll probably give the little turd a bath later today.
I continue standing there and remember, like it was yesterday, when Dar and I drove down into the Arkansas hills and picked him up. He had just been weaned.
As we drove back, I stopped at a Walmart , in Springdale, to get him a toy sleeping companion. I found a small stuffed dog , and I named him Fluffy. I don’t know why, it just seemed right..
Fluffy still lives with us and is Buster’s fav.
Buster has a herd of stuffed friends and they all have names and he has sex with all of them (except Fluffy) when ever he has a notion. I keep telling Pinn , that he’s a 6 pounder with a pound and a half pecker.
I continue looking at him and remembering. He’d be pissed if he knew that I was standing there because he’d want to be doing something.
I guess old dogs and old men have several things in common. We both like to spend a little time in front of the fire chasing the chill away. Taking short naps, dreaming of all the conquests of yesterday. Taking life at a little slower pace, conserving our energy for the tomorrows to come.
I gaze at him for a few more seconds and softly say to myself, rest well little buddy, we have places to go and things to see. As I turn away, I continue, also we have to plan for a Sasquatch hunt in the coming days.
Then I walk to my favorite chair to grab a short nap.
