The other day Jack was following me everywhere. I was constantly turning around and running into him. Every step I took he was right there his nails clicking on the floor. Don’t get me wrong, I love the dog and his devotion is a beautiful thing, and yet, like anything in excess, it became too much.
And then there was that little bell in my head ringing a warning, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. It was only when I was taking a shower and Jack pushed his head under the shower curtain and began to delicately lap the water as it ran down the drain, that I recognized what it was.
I think I have myself a Buster.