I saw that dog, Indy, take over the blog last week and I decided I had to get in on this blog thing. My name is Buster. I’m Jennifer’s dog.
I just wanted to let y’all know about what hard work it is training a new family to make a dog friendly house. I mean, when I first came to this house Jennifer thought I was going to sleep in a crate and that I’d stay there when no one was home. No way.
That is what I did the first time she left me home alone! Ha, I showed her! I will not sleep in a crate. You cannot contain me. She figured that out after I escaped from doggy jail two or three times. Now the crate just collects dust in her bedroom and I get to sleep on her bed. I win!
I’m still trying to teach the family that I should in fact sit at the dinner table with the whole family at meal time. I mean, I already eat when they do. When are they gonna get a clue?
I tried one day and it lasted about long enough for Jennifer to take this picture. I still get on the table at least once a day when I’m trying to see out the front window. Hello, doggy window, please!
Then they keep leaving all this stuff around the house I like to chew on. Do they want me to always be in trouble? I mean, come on!
Baskets are super fun to chew. I chewed the handle right off of that one. Jennifer is obsessed with baskets, but now most of them are out of my reach. I also love paper and tissues. They keep putting tissues in wastebaskets and then they get mad at me for eating them. I mean, come on! Stop putting tissues in the trash if you don’t want me to eat them. Duh!
Also, they didn’t have a doggy door around here, so I had to improvise one. Check this out. One day, while I was outside, Jennifer called to me from inside the house. So, of course I ran in the house right through the screen door. Poof! Instant doggy door. They finally quit trying to fix it and just let me come and go as I please when the weather is nice.
Off to catch a squirrel. Pretty cool, huh?
Okay, that’s it. I’m done. You better get back to work or something else productive, human.
Go on, before I lick you!