BuhDoose! Ashley was about 1 ½ yrs. old when she came out with that one day. We were tickled to death and made her say it over and over! It’s been one year since we said goodbye, and it seems just like yesterday when we said hello. Carrie will tell you (remember when you first saw him?), Buster was not exactly the most handsome of dogs, but he was definitely one of a kind! The old man who sold him to Joe said that he was a “cur”, a mix, but you could see the “pit” by looking at him. Didn’t sit too well with me at first, but he turned out to have the best demeanor of any dog I’ve ever known. Buster stories are almost endless, and I know that dog owners are like parents and have stories that can top anybody else’s. BUT … Buster stories are different, really! I won’t share all of them now, but from time to time when I’m reminded of a good one, I’ll post it. Here is today’s story.
When Courtney was just 3 or 4 months old, there was an occasion when the family came to our house. Of course, I can’t remember what the occasion was (perhaps Ashley’s birthday), but I do remember that my sister, Terry, & her family were coming, and as always, they were bringing Aunt Polly with them. Now, my Aunt Polly is the epitome of the genteel, refined, southern lady who sees everything pretty much in black and white – just a few “gray” areas of life exists in her eyes. Many in her generation never considered dogs to be fit for living inside the house. Even though she never voiced her opinion on this topic regarding Buster, I knew that if it were her house, the dog would be left outside.
When they arrived that day, Courtney was situated on the floor in her “bouncer” seat in front of the TV. Everyone knelt down to see the baby and of course, when it was Aunt Polly’s turn what did Buster do but plant one big, slobbery lick ... flush on her jaw! For a minute there, we were all aghast! We all just about fell out, and then Aunt Polly’s squeal was just too much and everyone was laughing, Aunt Polly the hardest of all. She was such a good sport! When I look back at it, she could’ve really pitched a good one, but she didn’t. And you know … what began as a “Buster” story turns out to be a great Aunt Polly story as well.
When I started this blog, I didn’t know what I’d write about. Looks like I’ve discovered in one sitting that I have two great avenues to follow!
What a cool blog entry Aunt Val!!! As I was reading about dear, sweet (yet most of the time smelly...remember, one of the first pages I ever scrapbooked of him was from one of our family Christmas' in Jackson where Buster let out quite a large..well you know...and I just happened to capture the expressions on each of the family members faces when they realized what had happened!) Buster. I really did like the little pooch. And I believe he was the one dog that Aunt Polly "excused" as being in the house! The more I think about it, there's hardly a memory I look back on that doesn't include Buster in it from our family gatherings...he was just always there...You just had to love Buster!!!
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