Sunday, June 14, 2009
Down the Road
My Dads Best Friend, Buster went everywhere with my Dad, they had a system all set up....my Dad would drive the truck, beep the horn if the dog needed to turn, beep the horn twice if he needed to follow the truck, etc. While I was at the farm every morning I would go and check the cattle to see if any new calves had been born and always with me was the faithful friend, Buster. That was probably the most relaxing time for me. I got to drive the old truck on the farm as long as I was not too tired...so I felt like I had some of my independence back. Everyday was a new adventure. Buster always catches something....be it a gopher or a mole etc. Of course he always wants to show you his prize....Just what I need first thing in the am. When I was brushing him I found some woodticks on him. They can get huge. Anyway although I had to leave buster at the farm. I know there is no place in the city for a dog like him. Hopefully he can stay on the farm. He would be a duck out of water any where else. I brushed him a few times and I swear it was like shearing a ship for my aussie friends....although I have never sheared a sheep. His hair was like mohair and every time I thought I was done, oh no more needed to be brushed. Anyway life goes on, buster continues on his daily excursions, I am back at my petworkd here and all is well. I am sure farther down the road we will find understanding as time goes on.