Buster Butt Is a Butt

Sigh.

This dog.

Have you read Marley & Me? Seen the movie? Buster is very Marley-like.

He just doesn’t get it. Well he GETS everything and I do mean everything. He doesn’t GET that there are rules and things he should not have, do, or eat. He does not recognize the word “no”. He doesn’t recognize tone of voice that might indicate someone is unhappy with him. He does not understand clapping or whistling or can shaking or clicking. Time outs in his crate mean nothing except that he’s lonely and oh, maybe he can just eat his crate pad or the bars of the crate or his food bowl while he’s lonely.

He only understands that there are things he wants to knock over, eat or climb.

He climbed to the top of the metal spiral staircase today and thought the ceiling/floor might be good to eat. And then he jumped from the top of the stairs to the floor. Not a smart dog.

Except that he is smart – he learned “down” and “sit” (for treats) much more quickly than Lola and pretty much as quickly as Skeeter. He can also figure out how to get into ANYTHING.

He’s just not smart in the right kind of way.

He has learned absolutely nothing about what the rules of the house are. Not one thing and he’s making us nuts. Insane. Bonkers.

But he’s awfully pretty.

And he’s very sweet. He loves his people TONS and he loves his dogs. He even loves the prairie dogs in a way that the other two do not. He doesn’t harass them. He doesn’t guard them. He just licks them for as long as they will let him. Lola is a face licker but Buster is a prairie dog licker.

Gah. I hope we survive him. I really do. (At least TW’s method of keeping him out of the trash cans has worked… so far.)