Meet Buster

T.J. asked for a dog for Christmas.  That’s something I think every boy should have and wish I had had growing up.  Well, it’s taken a while, looking on-line at breeders and at animal rescue shelters, but T.J. finally has his dog!

We adopted Buster from the North Shore Animal League in Port Washington.  They had a good selection of dogs and cats, but of course we were only looking for dogs – which is a good thing since Ian is very allergic to cats.

Buster is a mixed-breed dog (you can call him a mutt, I don’t think he’d mind) with Whippet in him and who knows what else, and is about seven months old.  The best thing about him is that he’s already housebroken!  Although we were told that it wasn’t unusual for adopted puppies to pee in the house a few times during the first couple of weeks.

The nice people at the animal shelter gave us a bag of dry kibble and a collar after I filled out all the paperwork for the license and paid the fees.  On our way home, T.J. and I stopped in at a pet store and picked up some necessary items – two bowls (one for food and one for water), a harness and leash, a pooper-scooper, a bed, a couple boxes of doggie treats and a couple toys for Buster to play with.  Once we were back in the car and Buster was secure, I made it clear to T.J. that Buster was his responsibility – he had to walk Buster before school, after school and before bed no matter what the weather was.  He also had to clean up after him if he did his business in the back yard.  But T.J. was expecting all that and agreed to it readily.

So now there are four of us at home – me, Ian, T.J. and Buster.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.