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My name is Buster Boo and I am a Minature Poodle, that's me at the top of the page. I am all while with black spots and have one black eye and black ears. I look like I am part Dalmation. I live in a ranch type home with my two master's, mom and dad.
I have a big yard to play in and a friend on each side. One is a Chow and his name is Bear, he is an old man. On the other side is Pepper, she is a seven year old Dalmation,
she thinks that I am one of her pups.

I have a cyber girlfriend, her name is Brandy. She is my
little Sweetie Pie Toy Poodle. We send each other hugs and kisses evey day by e mail.
Well I guess you know all about me now and if anyone wants to woof at my e mail please do, I would love to hear from you. Woof! Woof!
*UPDATE*
April-1999
*sigh*
My friend Bear passed away and now when I go out in the backyard and look over it is empty.
Bear is at Rainbow Bridge and I do hope he is happy there.
*UPDATE*
Monday--March 6, 2000 *sigh*
Well, my other friend "PEPPER" went to Rainbow Bridge. Now both of my friends are gone and there is no one on either side of my yard to play with now. I will miss Pepper very much.

**UPDATE**
:'-(
Brandy went to Rainbow Bridge on December 20, 2000
Good-Bye Brandy

9 REASONS WHY I WON'T USE A COMPUTER!

1---Can't stick my head out of Windows '95
2---Fetch command not available on program
3---Too messy to "Mark" Web sites I visit
4---I attack the screen when I hear "You've got mail"
5---Fire Hydrant icon is too frustrating
6---Saliva coated disks refuse to work
7---Sit & Stay were hard enough; DELETE & SAVE are
impossible
8---Distracted by cats chasing the mouse
9---Too hard to type with paws.
......Author Unknown

LITTLE LOST PUP

He was lost!-not a shade of doubt of that;
For he never barked at a slinking cat,
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw
With a drooping ear and a trembling pawAnd a mournful look in his pleading eye
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue,"O Mister! please may I follow you?"
A lorn wee waif of a tawny brownAdrift in the roar of a heedless town.
Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin
Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in!
Now he shares my board and he owns my bed,
And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread;
Then, if things go wrong, as they sometimes do,
He asserts his right to assuage my woes
With a warm, red tongue and a nice, cold noseAnd a silky head on my arm or knee
And a paw as soft as a paw can be.When we rove the woods for a league about
He's as full of pranks as a school let out;
For he romps and frisks like a three months' colt,
And he runs me down like a thunderbolt.
Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair
Is a gay little pup with his tail in the air!
by Arthur Guiterman

FROM A LONELY DOG

I wish somone would tell me what it is that I've
done wrong
Why do I have to stay chained up and be left along
so long?
They seemed so glad to have me when I came here
as a pup
There were so many things we'd do while I was
growing up
The Master said he'd train me as a companion and
a friend
The Mistress said she'd never fear to be left along
again
The children said they'd feed me and brush me every
day
They'd play with me and walk me if I would only stay
But now the Master "hasn't time" & the Mistress says
I shed
She doesn't want me in the house, not even to be fed
The children never walk me, They always say , "Not
now"
I wish that I could please them
Won't someone tell me how?
All I had you see, was love
I wish they would explain
Why the said they wanted mine, and then left it on
a chain?
--Edith Lassen Johnson

DOG'S PRAYER

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart
in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for you voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when you footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
--Beth Norman Harris

I Look Into Your Eyes

I look into your eyes and can see,
The trust that is built between you and me.
You never judge me when I am blue,
You are a friend thats always true.
The life you lead is like that of a child,
Sometimes your calm and sometimes your wild.
We walk outside every day,
And that is when we both like to play.
If life was as simple as it seems to be for you,
We would be content and happy too.
Your loyalty is one of love,
You are a gift from heaven above.
Its hard to think of you as just a pet,
When you are the best friend I could ever get.
I know to most your only a dog that lives here,
But to me your the friend that is always near.

by...........Judy 1998

I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS

Though prejudice perhaps my mind befogs,
I think I know no finer things than dogs:
The young ones, they of gay and bounding heart,
Who lure us in their games to take a part,
Who with mock tragedy their antics cloak
And, from their wild eyes' tail, admit the joke;
The old ones, with their wistful, fading eyes,
They who desire no further paradise
Than the warm comfort of our smile and hand,
Who tune their moods to ours and understand
Each word and gesture-, they who lie and wait
To welcome us-with no rebuke if late.
Sublime the love they bear, but ask to live
Close to our feet, unrecompensed to give;
Beside which many men seem very logs-
I think I know no finer things than dogs.

HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT

ON DUMPING

A dog sits waiting...In the hot, mid-day sun;
Too faithful to leave,too frightened to run.

He's been there for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road just waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought you were stopping to go with him and play.

He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays.
How long can he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown weak,his throat's parched and dry.
He's sick now, from hunger,he falls with a sigh.

He lays down his head and he closes him eyes.
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

Please check out my other pages below:
Puppy Love
In Memory of Our Pets
Buster's Family and Friends
I have several pages of family and friends, and you can paw through them by going to the page above, they are all linked there. Woof! Woof!

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May....1998
Updated December 23, 2000

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