Our little buddy, Buster, became a member of our family when he was 8 weeks old. He was a joy and a loyal friend. He was a bit neurotic and could speak like Scooby-Doo when he got wound up. He was always happy to be with the family and boy did he love his snacks! He sure did have his people trained well. We learned that when he sat by the door or pawed gently on the side of the bed that meant he wanted out. If we were too busy watching TV, he would quietly place himself between us and the TV and stare straight at us until we got the drift. He loved to be petted and stroked and when you stopped he had a way of moving your hand with his head until you started up again. He was a good brother to Mao, our cat. He often made sure we knew the cat wanted in by pretending he wanted to go out. He sure did love sharing Mao's food too; preferring it over his own. Buster loved to run and play. He really enjoyed life when cousin, Ruskin, was around. He would bump her with his snout to engage her to play...or something else!! Thank you for coming into our lives and for all the special memories. We love and miss you Buddy Boy! Rest in Peace.