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.
Yep, he’s Buster alright. I’m picturing his first visit to our house last week…all boy and bouncy and oblivious, meanwhile Petunia is muttering, “the nerve!”. Of course, she was all girl, being refined and a little bit bitchy.