the life and times of sherrena by sherrena

This is another re-run today friends.....

It's called... " where oh where has my Buster gone"..........

Yesterday my dog Eddie Earl decided to wear a little cologne. I noticed he had done a little extra to his self as he came running up after I let him out for his morning dump…. I have NO IDEA why dogs want to roll in dead things! As I gagged and scrubbed and gagged some more I couldn’t help thinking of Buster…..My husband had found Buster down by the river about 2 years ago… A Beagle. He brought him home and I looked at him and new that some one had loved him very much… I had contemplated on making a huge sign that read… I FOUND YOU’RE FAT OLD DOG… IF YOU WANT HIM BACK CALL *%^-*&^$ AND I’LL BE HAPPY TO RETURN HIM….. While I’ll was contemplating Buster just grew fatter…. He made friends with my big Old dog Big Easy and if they had been real men I think they would have played checkers together….. I fed him scraps and dog food every morning and every night… My husband took him hunting one day and came home with out him…. He said that Buster had stopped on the side of the road and refused to go into the brush… He said that he had to wait on him several times as he lounged along the cool grass and sat down several times for a break…. He then had got so disgusted that he left him! I was in a panic then… I ran out the door and called for him…. I found him all curled up in a ball next to his buddy and my Old dog Big Easy…. Warm as toast… “HE” had left my husband out there and came home as soon as my husband had went off into the woods with out him!….He had beat him home…. When my husband found out that Buster was lazy he decided that maybe Buster should be going home now…. He said he would take him to the nearest house on the spot on the river wear he had found him…. Surely if he had made a 5 mile journey home to our house he could find his way back to his own home!… That had been my husband’s reasoning…. So I said my goodbye’s to Buster and hugged and kissed him… I begged my husband not to take him…. I begged for him to please let me keep him… I said that 3 months had passed and No one had searched for him or put an add in the paper…. My husband was not moved… I believe him to be secretly mad at Buster over the hunting trip…. I watched as Buster ran back in forth in the back of the truck happy as could be…. Not knowing his fate…. Then I watched as they drove away…. That night it started to storm…. And it continued to rain until the next day… My husband had said he had dropped Buster back at the river in the exact same place he had found him and saw him run for a house…. I sat there looking out the window as he told me this…. My sadness almost making me cry…. The next day after the rain stopped I was sitting out side on my steps out back… My heart was still broke over that fat old dog…. I was thinking about him… how his rear end had grown so large that it looked like a pig’s ass…. And then I heard it…. RAAA OOOOOOLLLLLLLL …. RAAA OOOOOOOLLLLLLL…. It was Buster! He came running around the side of the house like he had been on a great adventure!… He had made the 10 mile trip back from the river…. Back FROM his real family and chose me over them! My husband who was at the barn looked up and I could see him looking at Buster Like … “You Bastard…” … That was when I decided to stand up for Buster…. I hadn’t at the beginning because he HAD been someone else’s dog… and they deserved him back…. But now he had chosen me! That evening my husband came with the leash for him…. We were on the back porch and I was brushing him….. I told him to get the hell out of here..… not Buster… my husband…. I told him that Buster had made it back here against all odds and that if he tried to take him from me again I would call the police and tell them…. He stood there looking at me a moment and then he then turned and went back in the house…. Buster had lived here with me ever since….Two years passed and then one day last month Buster walked off…. And never came home…. I looked for buzzards flying close by but there were none… I searched in the woods for him but to no avail. I keep expecting to hear his funny bark that sounds like some one yelling the name Raul…. But I don’t hear it…. Ah, where have you gone Buster…..I am not as sad this time as last…. I guess because I think he just decided to go die somewhere. Somewhere peaceful….

Well it’s a nice day today and I can’t stay inside and write like I would like… At a balmy 78 a person would just look crazy if they stayed in….. So out I go… See ya later……..