Buster was my best friend! He was a White Westhighland Terrier. He was loved by everyone that met or knew him. 

He was loving, kind, smart, affectionate, patient, playful, and loved the ladies (girl dogs). He loved to chew on his tennis balls. He was more like a human than a dog. He would scoot on his belly towards me every morning to say-" I love you and good morning." He wanted to make friends with all the dogs he saw. If i had to leave him he would just mope by the door waiting till I got back, my family and friends told me. But as soon as I got home he would change back into the happiest pup. He wasn't a pet, he was my baby boy, he went everywhere I did, and when I couldn't take care of him because of my housing situation he stayed with Grandma and PaPa (My Parents) who loved him as much as any grandchild, and spoiled him more than I did.