Door to door...

It's pretty neat going in one door and going out another, Buster runs quick to the other door as if there is a surprise waiting for him. Yea!..it's outside!

He's our greeter, I may have mentioned that before, a story for all who will listen. There isn't ever just one bark, it's multiple. He'll run after whoever drives fastest and follow them to the stop sign. I must admit, he is safe, he runs from the gate, beelines around a deck corner and stops to stick his nose between railings and his tail wags fiercely. Ya gotta watch out, stand back, once he's running there's little stopping him.

Just when I think he cannot see me, I'm not sure he can in the dark outside as he leans forward and sniffs, but he'll weave in and out between chair legs when I toss his toy under the kitchen table. You might think hair in his eyes, but his trim is standing the test of time.

We're careful and watch him, Carlee watches over too. We let him run and enjoy too. He waits for me to lift him down the steps, we don't want him to think he's getting to old to move and run. He'll be well, he is blessed and so are we...for having him here. He does like his hugs, they are abundant here.