I got my Buster Dog from someone at work on halloween many years ago. I was dressed up like a tiger, so I can only guess what this little fur baby thought when I put him in my car. He was used to being locked up all day in a bathroom while this other person was at work and of course he barked a lot....so she had to give him to a good home.... I was so blessed that I got him. Of course he never had to stay another day in a bathroom....he ruled the house. From day one I knew this little dashund was going to steal my heart and never give it back. We went camping, he loved to ride in the car....there are so many stories.....we lived on a farm and he would go scouting when I let him and I could hear him running and chasing rabbits and barking....One time he got his collar stuck on a piece of farm equipment and was stuck for some time...we were frantic looking for him when he did not come home for dinner..(he never missed a meal)..we found a tired, hungry and thirsty puppy, but he was fine....although even this did not stop his curiosity....we called buster our little vacuum cleaner....of course being a dashund his appetite was never satisfied. He used to go around the house and lick the carpet and leave a little indentation where he licked.....since he has been gone, i have found some of these indentations in the carpet after i have vacuumed...the little rascal is still searching for something good to eat.... it just makes me realize he is still with me,,in spirit.... i married 2 years ago and my husband had three dogs..big ones,,,,and the test to see if we were going to get married was, "was Buster going to accept him >and these other dogs".....love was never the question...my future depended on my bussie dog.... luckily they got along fine....but Buster sure was the ruler of the house.....he would lay in bed with us and be under the covers....the other dogs would jump on the bed and land on him and he would come out from the covers barking like crazy....they started treading softly and sniffing the covers until they found him to be sure not to disturb him....they still jump on the bed and look for Buster as not not disturb him.. When he got diabetes over a year ago he had to have two insulin shots a day....plus eat cardboard dog food,,,(that's what I called it anyway). He would do great for months, then something would trigger a rise in sugar and off to the vet we would go....all the docs and workers at the vet loved for Buster to come..not because he may be sick, but because he was soooo good....they would poke and prod and he would just stand there and be so brave....last week he quit eating, and when Bussie would not eat he was not feeling well,, we went to the vet and found a tumor,,,,quite large. We were going to operate at 2:00pm and the vet knew it was bad. Of course I left work to be there,,,,Doc let me take him on a walk and we sat on the ground and talked and talked,,,,kissed and kissed and loved each other so much...I took him back inside, kissed his little head two more times and he went with the assistant for his operation. He never had to go through the surgery .....he died on the table as they were administering the anesethic....his little heart stopped all by itself...he knew it was time to go to the Bridge and wait for his mommy......I will see you soon my brave little boy....wait for mommy ,,,,I love you and miss you more than words can ever relay....my life will never be the same without you... I LOVE YOU!!