Yabadabadoo ! Are you Fred or Barney at your house Cheesy ?

I'd guess Mr Slate.

I'm in charge but Wilma says what goes.

Bleah! Just got a Nasal/Lower Eyeball cleaning via a large wet tongue. Not as glamorous as it sounds.
Used to get those once in awhile from Trevor and Dasher but they were small mutts with small tongues. I said 'Bleah!' then, too.

Buster has taken to riding in the back of the Wrangler. He hops in, does his wind up, then lays down. He hasn't managed to get his overweight and outta shape butt into the cab of the Chevy yet. Last vet report we have for him is 64 lbs, he should be around 55. So some work to do there. He gets walked several times a day with one of around a mile. He takes a long nap after that one. Snores, too.

It's been over two weeks now and Buster has settled in well. He taken to protecting us from USPS, UPS, FedEx, and Amazon. He actually plays 'fetch' with a ball, something none of our other dogs ever did. Right now, he's snoozing on the carpet by a living room window.

Nice sounds like a great dog,you so lucky!

Spot is a fetch junkie. Weird thing is, she's not a retriever but a stalking dog. Meaning, I can't hit the ball and she chases after it. I have to let her run her route, then she'll post behind something and hide, waiting for the ball to come by so she can attack it. Weird unit, for sure. Heelers are nutty.

We must have worn him out yesterday. Usually when I come downstairs in the AM for that first cuppa, he's up and bouncing around wanting to outside.

This morning, he's still in his bed after opening one eye and giving me the 'go away' look.

It looks like Buster has officially adopted us. I came downstairs to make coffee and he was sprawled out on the couch. I strolled over, scratched his ears, and went into the kitchen to make my coffee. I come back with my coffee and he's back in his bed. So, in Busters' mind, it's okay for him to be on the couch when no one is watching.

Buster has a frisbee game. I have the frisbee and you can't have it.

We had Buster and Anna together yesterday. Buster tried several times to do his Alpha dog humping thing to Anna. She'd finally had enough and set Buster down on his ass. Hard. She actually had him pinned down by his throat.

After that little episode, Buster realized he ain't gonna be top dog. His behavior changed and they were best buds, chasing each other around the yard and 'rastlin'. 10 months versus 7 years. She wore him out.

As Buster settles in more and more, I have more and more dog slobber on my glasses. He has figured out that, yes, he is allowed on the couch. Part of his work day is spent there, part of it in his own bed, and part of it on the carpet, supposedly watching out the window for danger but I hear an awful lot of snoring.

He has a new game where when it's time for bed, he follows us upstairs and waits until PJs are donned. Then I follow him back downstairs where he jumps up on the couch and lays down. I have to drop a throw on him and scratch his ears. Then he licks my face. Mrs. C calls it tucking him in.

In the mornings, I'm the first one up and he's moved to either mine or Mrs. Cs spot on the couch. I tell him it's time to go outside. I get the evil eye and a huff. Then he goes back to sleep. Mrs. C starts shuffling upstairs and he's wide awake, waiting for her to come down and let him out.

Busters' Frisbee with custom speed holes.
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An experiment with Buster is happening tomorrow. We are taking him camping in Wisconsin. Just a 2 night midweek jaunt to see how he does in the pop up.

Tells ya, I'm going to need that rest after the fiasco of making the reservations with Mrs.C for this little outing, along with booking flights to Maine yesterday. I can book a reservation, anywhere, anytime, in less than five minutes. Mrs. C has to make a production of it.

"What are the reviews?"- I don't care.

"What's the on time percentage?'- What? Why the hell are you even looking at that?

"Why can't we do it this way?"-Because our kid moved to Maine and the choices are limited. Jeez.

After 30 minutes of dicking around with booking the flights yesterday, I got a bit PO'd and asked her how many flights she's booked and flown in the last year. Boy, did that piss her off.

"I was just trying to help."- Trust me, you're not.

Kind of the same thing today with booking the campsite.:ohno:

I was fortunate on booking our JAX trip coming up. She was working in her home office and I was able to lean on the "I'll find out what my brother is booking. He flies far more than we do" excuse. Everything went smoothly......this time.