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Buster, Version 2.0: Mr. Pickles?

Monday, May 10th, 2010

Quote of the Day: “I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.”

- Margaret Thatcher

Well, it’s been awhile since Buster has passed but it still stings. The quietness of the house when we come home. The expected foot hazard when we are in the kitchen that’s not there. The unexplained stains on the carpet (WHAT would make THAT color?!)

Carrie wants to wait at least a year. Not really as a mourning period but to be dog-free for a year. Don’t get me wrong, Carrie loved that little knucklehead like the dickens (that phrase cracks me up) but having a dog is a lot of work, physically, emotionally, financially, homicidally (or, more correctly, the lack thereof), etc. So she wanted a little break before we make the obligation yet again.

But me, yeah, I’d go get a puppy tomorrow.

In fact, I already have his name: Mr. Pickles.

This has become a running joke around the house. I think it came from a commercial or something but now, every time I see a puppy, I say “Momma! Mr. Pickles” and she follows right away with “Nooooooo, not Mr. Pickles.”

I have even started to refer to him as though we already had him.

Carrie squashes this at every opportunity.

I will wear her down.

Meanwhile, we made a collage for Buster. I had the kids pick out their favorite pictures of him, 5 each, and we made prints. We whittled them down to what we could fit in a collage and here is the final product.

We keep it in the corner with his ashes.

RIP, Buster.

Free Advice for Today: “Spend some time alone.”

- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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