Eight Year Old Buckie-Boy

To the little dog I rudely called "ugly" eight years ago.

You are not ugly.  You are everything to us.

The little scrawny, freckled face, half a blue-eyed little grand-doggo of mine, happy birthday.

Yes, I realize I'm talking to a dog, but shhh don't say anything just go with it.  Because one day in heaven maybe he'll be able to talk back to me.  For now, he just shows me with tail waggles.  Nothing too dramatic, because he's way too cool for that.
Everything with this dog is minimal in the PDA department. 

This dog will NOT kiss you.  Unless it's on his terms and he misses you really, really bad.
He will however shake, lay down, dance and do a fall for "bang-bang" thanks to his uncle Corey.
But only if a good treat is present.
Otherwise, don't bother. 

This dog "purchased" (trust me, rescue is the way, but with an impulsive 18 year old this stuff happens) and was taken to an apartment of that said 18 year old's house with a variety of "friends" that managed to shack up at that said apartment most nights.  So with each and every one of those visits, he'd manage to eat through shoes, bathing suit bottoms, fancy purse straps, and most always take off with chonies.  As Kris said, "man, if Bucksie could talk"-

He'd tear apart the q-tip bowl in seconds flat, scattering them around that apartment like a true boss. 

The minute he'd find a pack of gum, all hell broke loose.  

Kris would come home each afternoon to one surprise after the other.  Sometimes he'd be up on the counter. 

Kris would be reminded by his mom after each escapade of all the reasons "why he shouldn't of got a dog".  

Here's the thing.  

We all fell madly in love with him.

So much so, I'd invest in doggie beds just for my car.

He'd win our hearts over something fierce. 

I'd buy chicken, brown rice and carrots making him my own dog food.  

I'd drive to a special animal store because he loves these little treats there.

We'd go home from places because he'd been alone too long.

We'd leave classic music on, and sometimes the tv, because I just knew he was lonely.

He'd come to the shop every day acting as the new little sheriff in town barking at whomever he thought was a threat. 

At one point he ran across the street on a busy street after a black plastic bag protecting Kris and I-LOL, meanwhile I almost shit my pants, while Kris had a mere heart attack as he stopped traffic. 

We'd take him on his first boat rides. Always smiling at one another as we'd see his happy smile just to be with us. 

He was never the cutest dog in those beginning days. But man, he's sure our everything now. 

Eight years of loving on him.  

Of him putting up with us.

The dog placed on the table in the middle of a pool party, with music he'd rather not hear, because I just know that.  Because I didn't even want to hear it - LOL- #technorapmusic  #shootme

He is thee most gentle lover to baby kitties.  Always offering a quick love and kiss to a foster kitty.

 The dog that can rock a snore louder than some men. 

 The little dude that won the heart over from his new mama.  She's the only one to cradle him like a baby in her arms.  He has soaked up every bit of her love from day one. 

Most especially the love from one of his sisters.  Zeppy loves her Bucksie! 

Of course he's filled out a bit more. Those ever present eyes.  The same sweet eyes that have stared at us for the past eight years.  Sometimes the only way to tell us what he wants.  Followed by that "erkk" bark he lets out.  Always, always barking out of control if someone he doesn't know shows up.  Don't get him started on a squirrel.  Between he and his sisters that squirrel better leave the lbz. 

He's loyal to the top of his couch.  Always finding the top spot out of everyone's way.  When grammy stops by he stands way back just waiting for me to scoop him up.  That sweet look, his tail wagging away...

The same routine when he comes to grammies house.  Stopping at all the familiar piss spots before running in the door. 

He taunts a bird on the dock we call "eggs with legs". A little game played by a dog and a bird. 

He loves long car rides. 

He loves loves loves fresh blankets out of the drier.  The warmer and fluffier the better. 

He loves his mom and dad.  

He loves his routines. 

He loves to run, run, run at the park as he hears his mama holler out to him. 

He's our little furry world.  

I can't believe I ever called you ugly Bucksie. 

We love you so so  much.  Happy Birthday you little cutie.

Eight lucky years you've given us. 

Minus the chewed up undies, and bathing suit bottoms- let's not talk about that. 

Grammie and Grampie

xo 

ps- Happy Birthday Charlie!