Buster, Buster-Part Two

Buster with Baby Lil' Bit



Wonderful times were everywhere with Buster.
I made a sound with my mouth like a little click
and Buster came running from where ever he might
be in the house at that time. If I patted my thigh
he ran and jumped into my arms. That little six pound
bundle of joy could jump up to my waist from running or
a dead stand still.....It was truly amazing to watch.

At night he snuggled himself under the covers until
he got hot then found himself a spot between Annie and I.
By morning he was always under my right arm snuggled
to my chest. It did not matter to him that I could not
move my arm when I awoke from the fixed position it had
been in for hours. He just wanted to snuggle. Buster
loved love and he loved us just as we loved him.

About a year after we got Buster, Annie decided we needed
a female yorkie. She wanted to do this for me as I had done
with Buster for her. The search for the perfect female yorkie
was on. We bought the news paper daily to search.
Multiple calls were made. Most to no avail. Then one day there
she was, in the paper. This female sounded perfect. Toy female
yorkie, 6 weeks old. Parents on premises and registered. We called
this lady and set up a time to meet her, to meet the female yorkie.

An hours drive to Cleveland, Tennessee to this lady's house in the
country. She brought out several yorkies of different litters,
different sizes, different personalities. One female stood out, a
runt. This tiny little pup ever so softly gave us kisses. Our hearts
melted. Once again we were in love.

We paid the lady, exchanged information for the registration
papers and were on our way home to show Buster his new friend.
Our new friend. Our new joy.
What shall we name her. Many, many names came to mind. We settled
on Lil' Pearl (Pearl, my Mothers middle name) and called her
Lil' Bit.
Buster and Lil' Bit were inseparable. Immediate friends. He took
her under his wing and showed her the ropes of doggie life.
Sebastian loved her as well, ever watching the other two play.
The yorkies were full of play, occasionally Sebastian would
join the fun.
Shortly after getting Lil' Bit we took a trip to Michigan
to visit Annie's Mom. 3 kids and 3 dogs in tow for a 12
hour drive. The kids listened to music or slept. All 3 dogs
loved to ride. Lil' Bit before we left started having
diarrhea. To begin with it was minor, nothing serious.
Once we got to Michigan it became more frequent, then she
began to cough and vomit. Now this little one was tiny.
She would fit into our shirt pocket, she did not have enough
body fat to sustain all the loss of fluids.
Every time she coughed, had diarrhea or vomited Buster,
Annie and I were right there. We were lying in bed one
night after being there 3 days listening to the little
one cough and decided the next morning we were heading
home....Home to our vet. Annie's Mom seemed upset that
we changed our plans and were leaving early to take a
dog to the vet. Not just a dog, our dog, our baby.

Lil' Bit had kennel cough....Nearly died. I called the
breeder lady and told her of Lil' Bits illness. She offered
a refund of our money. We don't want your damn money, we want
our little one healthy. We don't want her to die. She is now
a part of our family. Words were exchanged at how she was
breeding dogs and her lack of care for the dogs. It's not
about money lady, it's about love.

Dehydrated and barely able to walk, we cared for her,
medicated and force fed her for several weeks. Slowly she began
to get better and again became our energetic bundle of joy. Busters
energetic bundle of joy. His playmate, his friend.