(Dave’s famous dog Buster has been as much a part of the new Canine Center as anyone. A daily fixture in the offices and indoor training room and a frequent overseer of the yard, Buster felt it was time he contributed his two cents to the operation. Unfortunately, he’s not very good at meeting deadlines – after all, he IS a dog – so we decided to include this random entry from his journal.)
September 5, 2010
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Who’s that outside? I hear my guy’s voice but I can’t see him. What’s that smell? Dad? Are you out there under the big tree with another dog? Don’t lie to me, I can smell you. Sigh, if he only knew how much I smell him. I like when he gives his lessons inside better so I can set a good example by relaxing quietly on my bed in the corner. Oh, well, I guess I’ll just hop up here . . .
“Buster, no couch!”
Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m not allowed on the new Cugno’s Canine Center cozy couch. Sorry, guys, I forgot. All the change around here lately is getting hard for me to follow. I remembered to stay out of the training room during painting . . . after I got paint on me. I remembered to stay downstairs while the electrician was working . . . after I drooled on his tools. I remembered to bark at the UPS guy, heh heh, although that hasn’t changed.
I am a good dog though. Trust me; I’ve come a long way. I used to be so angry and afraid of the world. Wait a sec . . . ear itch . . . ahhhhhhh, that’s better. Note to self: figure out phantom leg movement when scratched. Anyway, where was I? All this journaling makes me forgetful. And hungry.
WAIT! Do I smell bacon? Gotta run.