Buster was a very good boy. Well mannered, gentle and kind to all those he met. He was also very protective of his family and home. He could sense trouble before it made it to the porch. More than once, we had a neighbor tell us they saw him out of the corner of their eye sitting in the front window with his head on the sill watching them walk by and got the willies.
He will be dearly missed.
I would like to have you all meet the newest member of the family who will be assuming his responsibilities.
Please say hello to Leeloo Dallas
She is the queen of mutts and happy with it. At approximately 6yrs old, she is mature and house trained, with just the right energy level for our household. She gets along with our other canine family members, and even the feline one.
We adopted her from the rescue agency we got Buster from 4 years ago. They remembered him, and us, and after letting them know about his passing and our current household members, they said that they had someone rather like Buster that we should meet.
And so we did. And it went very well, as should be obvious by this point in the post.
We haven’t had a large dog who wasn’t a male in so long, the wife has had a hard time remembering to call her a “her”.
The next door neighbor saw her bounding about the back yard and said he just about shit himself thinking we had brought home some sort of large cat.
I don’t know why he would think that.
Anyway, feel free to leave your greetings in the comments. I’ll be sure to pass them along. She does love to be talked at.
If you or someone else you know are looking to help out a hard-luck pet (cats or dogs, large or small), please do contact me. The wife and I help out a couple of very deserving local shelters/rescues with some even more deserving animals in search of their forever homes.
“She’s perfect.”
Da Missus and I have a female Pit Bull named Bella. Friendly as a Cocker pup, about six years old and 90 lbs of cuddle and lick. She came from a Pit Bull rescue farm, already socialized and house trained. Bella loves camping and nothing gets past her. She rumbles and huffs if she smells or hears anything or anybody nearby, sort of a “We’re busy sleeping here, get lost.” sort of sound. If it’s any more serious to her, she stops huffing, then goes ballistic. That’s when I roll out of bed and grab my SKS, loaded with 150 gr Wolf soft points. Only done that once, it was a bear apparently looking for “pik a nik” baskets. He, she or it very quickly took a hike. Bella ignores deer. I’m gonna get a 12 Ga. Mossberg 500, a lot easier not to miss with in the dark if it comes to shooting.
Cute mutt. I love the brindle markings. And if I didn’t already have two pound puppies currently snoozing on my couch, I’d help you out with the rescues.
Multipass.