Blue Sky Farm

My blogging posts and photos are part of me . I think of this as a scrapbook of my life. The names have not been changed.. they are real people who have crossed my path along my journey. Some I know intimately, my family and friends. If their names are mentioned it's a sure sign they are special to me and I love them dearly...come along see for yourself, perhaps you know some of them too..

January 8, 2009

Our dog Buster



My name is Buster. This is my Life here on the farm.

I am a dog, thats what they tell me, although I think I am more than that. I have a human "mom & dad". I think I am my dad's best friend. It is my job to make him smile but sometimes he doesn't. He has an angry voice, but that's only when I don't come the first time he calls me, when I am outside playing. I like my mom too because she bought me for my dad, even though he really didn't think I would be a "Real Dog" cuz he thought I was a "girlie dog when I was a puppy. "Whats a dog to do when you have such a cute face & I was all fluffy?" I am now 2 1/2 and that makes me a teenager. My mom takes lots of pictures of me, I think she thinks I am more than a dog too...and she will let me tell you what's on my mind here from time to time...Right now my life here is pretty good. I get to sit in "my "dad's "chair ( this is my favorite place) to watch the birds outside the window and occassionally I see a few jack rabbits and deer out in the field. I have tried to catch them, but they can run a bit too fast for me. I get to ride in the car with my dad almost everywhere he goes. I think he likes my company, but he rarely lets me get out until I get back home. Then of course I have to go check out all my favorite holes to see if anything has been trespassing on my turf. My dad took me yesterday to the spa for a clip and shampoo, I think she cut my hair too short but dad says it will grow in a few weeks,and I will be fine. My hairdresser is "Rhonna". She is really nice, but she puts me in that cage to wait for my dad to come get me. I don't mind it too much if I dont have to wait too long. When I see my dad at the door I get real excited and my dad smiles and I know he missed me. I like the peanut butter biscuits my mom made me, they are really good. I am kinda picky when it comes to treats. I only like the small ones, those that the people at the bank & gas station give me are too big, but I don't want to hurt their feelings so I pretend I like them, I have quite a stash in the car. I am saving them for "my new brother or sister"I think I am going to get one, thats what I heard them say, but I don't know when, All I hear them talk about right now is "chickens"and I think they are birds.. and I cannot chase them. I hope they don't bring them inside & let them sit in my chair.

2 comments:

Carol............. said...

Funny! That picture of Buster looks as if he'd bite my hand off if I tried sitting in his spot!

ClaireSky26 said...

Buster is sooo cute! What kind of dog is he? Pleeeze write more. I love to here what Buster has to say. I loovve this sections!