Buster Is Ace
Buster is ace. He sat there gazing back at me when Ristevski had gone.
“What do you reckon?”
He came over and wiped his big jowly face across my hand.
“We should go for a walk to get to know each other.”
He is off-lead trained too, so we commence our walks, like nothing has changed. I got the pooh bags and the lead, and we both stood at the door and gazed out.
“Let’s go.”
He looked down as he stepped off the first step.
Out the gate, and up the street he trotted along next to me.
I had to keep checking him as we head to the gardens, because he’s not Chubby. Buster has more white on him, he has more white down his front. Chubby didn’t have the bulldog spot, he had a white flash between his eyes.
“Come on mate.”
The same happy smile came across his face as Chubby.
I stopped to read some graffiti, Bruno stopped to sniff some grass.
“What do you reckon?”
He came over and wiped his big jowly face across my hand.
“We should go for a walk to get to know each other.”
He is off-lead trained too, so we commence our walks, like nothing has changed. I got the pooh bags and the lead, and we both stood at the door and gazed out.
“Let’s go.”
He looked down as he stepped off the first step.
Out the gate, and up the street he trotted along next to me.
I had to keep checking him as we head to the gardens, because he’s not Chubby. Buster has more white on him, he has more white down his front. Chubby didn’t have the bulldog spot, he had a white flash between his eyes.
“Come on mate.”
The same happy smile came across his face as Chubby.
I stopped to read some graffiti, Bruno stopped to sniff some grass.
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