Coming to 4evah home

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This blog is to chronicle the first year, and possibly beyond, of Buster K, a puppy of some mixed breed my family adopted from a jam packed shelter this fall. He was 8 weeks old and heartbreakingly cute when we first saw him. He was also exhausted from being mauled by people all day at an adoption clinic and so he gave off misleading mellow vibes as he climbed in to my lap and passed out. Since then we've gone through some wild times. Long adventures in the woods, crazy escapades all over town meeting other people and dogs, marathon training sessions, 15 rolls of paper towels, two 25 pound bags of puppy kibble, a few tears, many hilarious laughs,way too much money, several dozen poop bags and two collar sizes.

Quite a few dog bloggers will attempt to speak in the well imagined voice of their pups in order to amuse. I have decided not to do this because I have been exposed often enough now to my dog's imaginary voice which my son seems to channel very well while on long car trips. This dog has a tragic speech impediment and some real grammar issues. Sometimes his foreign accent is very distinct. Especially when he's worked up about something. Besides, the first time he came across my laptop he tore off the M with his puppy fangs. So he can't be trust near a computer yet.

That said, his life is full of adventure and excitement for a city pup. You might want to visit just to know what life as a city pup is like. Say you're a country pup. You just returned from stalking a rabbit in the snow and have hunkered down in front of the woodstove for a long winter's nap. Then you can dream the dream of Buster K's life. Or maybe you'd like to come visit him for the weekend, take in a showing of Blue man Group, pick up some Crispy Creams and visit the museum before heading back to simple country pleasures. Well, we don't blame you. To be honest, I'm pretty sure Buster K would like to try a 3-day weekend at your place. He wouldn't mind finding rare truffles in the woods and falling in to an icy stream while trying to sneak up on a duck. Maybe there is a dog exchange in our futures? If not, hopefully you blog about your dog's fabulous country life too so we can get a whiff.