My Buddy Buster

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Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Special Gift Box:
 Cedar Angel

Buster, Bud Bud

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
October 23rd 2005

I like treats and getting snuggle time with my favorite human witout interruption from my baby sister.

I hate to ride in the car. I don't like being jumped on by my sister Nestle'.

Favorite Toy:
Balls, rawhides, pull ropes

Favorite Food:
Any people food except olives or pickles.

Favorite Walk:
EVERYWHERE! sniff snuff smell snoop

Best Tricks:
stand, walk, twist, jump through, high five, and "which hand?"

Arrival Story:
I was adopted by accident, actually. Ever since I was younger than six weeks old I was handed off from person to person. Finally a truck driver got a hold of me when he was making a run. He tossed me in his truck and intended to take me home with him. When he got back to his home base he asked one of the other guys to help take care of me while he called his wife. When his wife found out that he had me she got real upset and said I couldn't have a home at their house. So when the day was over and the man who helped the truck driver with me was getting in the car to go home, the truck driver put me in the man's window and left. The man has been my daddy now for more than six years.

Forums Motto:
Loyal Friend

I've Been On Dogster Since:
August 19th 2008 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Nestle' Dark

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Buster's Busted and Other Wagging Tales

My Eleventh Year

January 9th 2017 10:40 am
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This has been an interesting year for me. I turned eleven years old and got a puppy. They're calling him my little brother, but he doesn't look much like me. He's actually okay when he isn't biting my feet or ears. He has reminded me that I like to play. He reminded me just how fun it is to have toys and to chase balls down the hallway. As long as he stays out of my favorite chair, it's good.
Christmas was fun too. My favorite gift was the pair of pig ears I found in my stocking. Ace, the puppy, got some squeaky tennis balls that he lets me play with sometimes. Nestle' got a crinkle dog that Ace likes to take away from her. She is always having to chase it down.



April 9th 2014 11:09 am
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It seems I don't have anyone fooled. I thought I was so good: a top dog burglar. Well, not so much. It seems I have a reputation. I'll give you a recent example.
About a week ago I decided that I wanted a washcloth. I am not all that crazy about baths unless I can bathe myself, see. I like to pick a good cloth out of that basket my people put all the best clothes in. Anyway, I decided to go up the stairs to my human brother's bedroom to see if he had a washcloth ready for me since it's easier to get away with his stuff. I went in cautiously, looked around to see if I was alone, and upon seeing that I was, started searching for what I wanted.
I found a good cloth had it pulled halfway through one of the holes in the basket when my human brother clapped his hands really loud and jumped off the bed where he had been hiding from me. I left my washcloth behind and ran down the stairs. Did that satisfy him? No. He grabbed the washcloth I wanted and chased me down the stairs with it. Then he shook it in my face and told me how bad I was. I know it, but really, do I have to be reminded of it?
Major Busted!

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