I promise not to be one of those dog owners who does nothing but post pictures and videos of my dog. But… you’ll cut me some slack for today, right?
It’s just me and Buster for a good chunk of the day hanging out at the house together. Between our walks around the neighbourhood and naps on the couch, we’ve got to entertain each other somehow!
Anyways, here he is reacting to a video of a dog “singing” to some song. I’d never seen him perk his head like this before and it was just too much!
I should also probably mention that the picture of Buster and I in my last post was taken before my oncologist kind of freaked out about having a new puppy in the house. I mean, I guess they are not the cleanliest of creatures to have around while my immune system hovers just above zero. But the emotional boost is worth it…right?
My mom then freaked out and said Buster and I have to cut back on our cuddle time. I’m trying to teach him to sleep in his own bed. We both suffer from separation anxiety.
I’ll make sure he’s the cleanest dog ever. Even if that means dressing him in fancy-boy booties.
I’ll be back eventually with a post that isn’t about my dog. In the meantime, enjoy your Saturday!
Buster! My first ever dog!
In case you haven’t already seen the barrage of photos I’ve posted on my other social mediums.
You see, it has been one of my long-term life goals to get a dog. It’s actually one of the many reasons why I moved home from Toronto! When I got cancer, I made myself a list of medium-term goals to get me through treatment. Apart from traveling and baking croissants, getting a dog was on the list. I knew it would be the perfect time to get and train one since I’m at home all day.
I’ve been wanting to a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel forever. They are the sweetest, kindest, friendliest dogs. When I first moved home I found only one breeder in the area and was still pretty set on getting a rescue dog if I could.
Thing is, when you live in a small centre with a lower population, there are fewer dogs to rescue! Moncton’s only shelter has lots of shephards, huskies, and other big dogs. But very rarely does a smaller dog show up. I like lap dogs, what can I say.
Yesterday, it finally occurred to me to look on Kijiji to see if there were any locals looking to get rid of some older dogs, and there were TONS! Not all puppy mills or sketchy breeders, just every day folk who for whatever reason can’t care for their dogs anymore and want to make a few bucks off of it.
I stumbled across a young family here in town who had cavaliers they could no longer care for and I was there by lunchtime. By 1pm, Buster was at home with me.
He’s almost 10 months old and responds to the name Buster. While it’s not my favourite name, I don’t want to confuse him, and it does kind of remind me of Arrested Development. I’m a bigger fan of silly human names for dogs, thus his proper title will be Buster Bartholomew.
While he is still a puppy in many respects, he so far seems to be house trained. No accidents yet! He’s not eating or drinking yet, which I intend to get him doing today. I may have to spoil him with a little meat and rice. He’s also going to get a bath today and a dreaded meeting with vet next week.
In terms of personality, he is perfect in every way. Cavaliers are known for being excellent human companions and are often used as therapy dogs. He loves everyone who crosses his path and will cuddle up to them immediately. He is a BIG cuddler and gets very attached to people. He’ll whine a little whenever someone leaves a room! All you have to do is look at him and his tail will start to wag furiously. He came from a home with another dog and three small children, so I think he is loving all this new attention he is getting.
I tried to put him in the kennel to sleep last night in case there were any accidents. That lasted all of two seconds. He ended up sleeping under the covers with me.
For those of you wondering, I do have two other dogs in my life, but neither of them live with me. Archie the poodle is my childhood dog who lives with my mom. He is almost 15 years old and will meet Buster today when we go visit. Buddy the boxer lives at my step-mom’s and visits here at my dad’s occasionally with her. But when I’m home all day it’s just me and Cashew the cat, so I’m elated to have another companion while I’m on sick leave. When I go back to work full-time, he’ll likely spend a lot of the days while I’m at work at my mom’s house so he doesn’t get too lonely.
I am one happy dog mom!! Buster is sleeping on my legs right now as I type this. We’re already inseparable.
Oh, and Cashew the cat? So. Not. Impressed.