Our family has grown by one. Larry has been wanting a dog for sometime now. As he put it "this house needs more testosterone". He wanted a lab though and I'm sorry but, labs are just a bit too rambunctious for me. I like my kitties. I like little doggies. I mentioned smaller breeds but, he just wasn't having it. So a few weeks ago he has this dream that we got a pug. Pugs are little dogs that look like they hit a brick wall doing 200 miles an hour. They are adorable but, they also have lots of health problems. That wasn't holding Larry back. He was Martin Luther King. He had a dream!
He spent the morning online searching through Rescues and Animal Adoption places. Hours later I hear a laugh and a whoop from downstairs followed by "you have to see this". He instant messaged me a link to the most adorable little guy. They had him listed as Pug/Chihuaha mix but, he looked more Pug/Boxer/Boston Terrier to me. I read his description and it said he had been rescued from the pound where he had been taken as a stray. He was about 2 years old, loved to play but, also loved to snuggle. He was good with cats and housetrained. After some thought, we filled out the online application and hit Send. The next day, our phone rang and we had an hour long interview that ended with an appointment to meet Buster Brown at our house and see how he liked us and our kitties.
That Saturday Buster arrived full of doggie kisses and tail wags. He was accompanied by his foster mom and a Rescue worker who had to make sure our house, our cats and us were all acceptable. After about an hour they told us they wanted us to keep him overnight and see what we thought the next day. We took him for a walk, played catch in the yard. Larry tried to teach him to swim before discovering that he is not a water dog, and we wore him out. He snuggled with us on our 6ft long bean bag chair during our evening movie, then slept between us in the bed until the alarm went off. He crawled up beating us awake with his tail until one of us opened our eyes and it was all over. We were up repeating the day again with playing catch and tug of war with his doggie rope. It didn't take us long to make the phone call to tell the Rescue worker, Katrina, that Buster Brown had adopted us.
He is settling in to his new surroundings and the cats are getting more tolerant. Squeak will let him get right up to her and even sniff noses. Buster likes to follow a good nose sniff with a game of chase and Squeak goes racing to her kitty condo. This is good as she is a tad overweight. Freak turns into a hissing machine when Buster is around. They are almost silent hisses and once she starts, it is hard to shut her off. She will keep hissing even if Buster is in another county. I think her hisser button gets stuck. Baby is a scrapper. She will lurk about the house until she finds Buster then she will growl, hiss and come out boxing. Good thing she doesn't have claws. Buster will take it for so long and even allow himself to get backed into a corner before Larry or I stop it. I am waiting for the day he fights back. Maybe that is what she needs.
Our days have been so full lately what with a new, four legged child, my religion classes and job and some new work Larry picked up, which is why I have not updated this blog for awhile. With that being said here are some pics of Buster Brown. These are the ones that made us fall in love with him on the Rescue website. Larry took some new ones of him here but, we all know how quickly he gets pictures to me ;)
Say hi to Buster Brown!(click the image to see a bigger picture)




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