Meet Buster.
It finally happened. We got another puppy. After Simba's death earlier this summer, my entire family was pretty miserable. Even Mac, our other dog. We didn't know what to do with ourselves. We're a two-dog family. My brother was on the look-out, but my mom's philosophy is that she doesn't pay for dogs -- she will only take in animals that need a home.
For example, my mom found her second turtle, Lucky, in the dumpster behind her work and rescued him. His eye was super messed up and she nursed him back to health. Now, he is a happy turtle, with functioning eyes that likes to try and mate with me (Seriously).
With my mom's history of finding animals, I knew it wouldn't be a long wait, but I cannot describe the relief I felt when we got Buster. A neighbor heard about how we lost Simba and knew of some Chihuahua puppies that needed good homes. She told the owner and that's how we got Buster. He has some medical issues right now, but he's in good hands now.
This little guy is a total heartbreaker and I am so happy to have him in my life. So, if you were wondering where I've been -- I've been chasing after this dude and just melting into a puddle of puppy heaven.
Labels: buster, family, puppies
