Could it be?

September 4, 2019

Where does the time go? Yep, seven years old. And, like his Dad, still doesn’t like to have his picture taken. I did manage to catch a few on the fly, dirty face and all. Baby Hambone Jaxon 3000…Happy Birthday to you.

photos: gp

 

one in a million

July 28, 2012

And, he came running to what seemed like a million pet names; Buddy  Buckwheat   Buttski   Budinski   Punkin  Punkin Pie   Punkin Donuts   Monkey   Monkey Butt   MonkeyPants   Monks   Schlooks   Schlookie …always with a shake, a spin, a wiggle, a nudge, a push or a big Eskimo Kiss. He came in a handful of black fluff with a gumdrop nose (wanting to be boss) and went out (I hope) happy, knowing how much he was loved ( and that he was boss). He touched everyone who met him with his unique style, personality and charisma and he never forgot those he met. Just the mention of someone’s name had his tail wagging and him waiting at the door…” ROAD TRIP!!!?  Starbucks!!!?  Grandma’s!!!? ”  I waited so long for him and got so caught up in the fun we were having…I never entertained the thought of saying goodbye…never fully understanding that I was being touched so profoundly. I can’t stop crying. I can’t speak. Still, I will be forever grateful. Bud and I had a deal. I took care of him…he took care of me…it  was a simple deal and it worked.  Goodbye.  My Buddy…my good boy…my heart.