Buster did alright. I think he did better than us. It was cold, wet, and windy. Buster curled up under a blanket and slept a lot. We shivered until I got the furnace lit and that ran down the battery.

After the last two nights in the pop-up, we are thinking it may be time to admit we may be too old to deal with setting up the pop up and look into a hard side trailer. Something like a Little Guy or an R-Pod teardrop. No rush, but time to consider changing course.

Buster listening for underground critters.
https://i.imgur.com/TO114mRl.png

He's serious.
https://i.imgur.com/DrTcPHxl.png

And now, for something completely different. A Mayan dual sidecar rig. Wish I could have gotten a better pic of it.
https://i.imgur.com/sAo01IPl.jpg

Buster snores. Loudly. Sounds like he is deflating.

And it's his 8th birthday today.:)

I thought Spot was doing the same thing between us, on top of the bed. Then I realized it was Mrs. 2LZ.

Buster apparently does NOT know the difference between Pupperoni snacks in the kitchen and deer turds in the backyard.:ohno:

:lmao:

It's been a year now. B-dog is a part of the pack and a creature of habit. The back of the Jeep is his preferred conveyance. Mrs. C's Renegade is second, followed by the Chevy. He usually needs some help getting in that back seat. Riding in the backseat of the DeSoto usually means he's getting his own burger so he's an absolute gentleman when back there. He has also appointed himself the Protector of the DeSoto. Get too close to Dads' car and there will be a very deep growl from his throat as a warning. He has zero interest in the sidecar.

If I'm putting my boots on, he's in my face, "Can I go, huh huh, can I?" If I grab his lead, he goes nutso. If I give him a cookie, that means he can't go with. He pouts, but takes the cookie anyway.

He has taken to bringing his food bowl into the living room when it's empty. Just as a reminder. We take him to Sierra Trading every few weeks so he can pick out a new squeaky toy. The staff know him now and they all come by to pet him.

Right now, he's staring a hole through me, wanting me to get dressed and take him for his morning walk in the woods.

Sounds perfect, cheesy!

Dogs must have a sense of humor.

I was looking out the front window today. Buster sidled up beside me like he was interested. He farted, then walked away. Pew.

:lmao: So you got one of them too!

Yesss!

I swear he was snickering while he was walking away.
Mine has the nerve to look at me like "Did you just pass gas?" lol

Buster in Repose.
https://i.imgur.com/kAhrvD2l.jpg

Buster has begun to take his role in varmint control seriously. Not only is he a Ninja Assassin when it comes to chipmunks, gophers, and voles; if we aren't fast enough, he disposes of the evidence. Orally.

Bummed. Buster is having his spleen removed next week. If successful, he’ll be around for a few more years. If not, a couple of months. Worst case, he gets put down on the table.

Sucks.

Very sad to hear that .Seems like you just got him ,and got him sorted out to your liking.