Bucky (Buckwheat) can be called a Christian dog, in that he was
saved. Some redneck somebody dumped him and all his brothers and sisters
(10 in all) on the side of the road near where my horse trainer,
Blue Moon Farm, lives outside of
Ranburne, Alabama. Roger rescued them all and put them in an empty stall
and gave them puppy chow. Everybody that came to see Roger had to look at
the puppies. I'd been wanting another big dog since my collie
"Captain Nemo" died several years ago so I picked up the prettiest one
(to me) of the litter and carried him around while we watched Roger on
Missy. When we got ready to leave, I said "I'm taking this
puppy". My husband said, "you're joking....aren't
you?" No-o-o-o-o, I wasn't joking. Wayne said "Come on,
buckwheat, get in the truck." I said, "Well, that's his name,
then." Now he's my best buddy (other than Wayne) and he's
a great trail dog. Here are a few pictures Bucky wanted included along
with his narrations.
doesn't need to buy a paper shredder. I take care of disposing of all the financial trash.
regularly rescue mom from the pool. She lets me rescue her as
many times as I want! I can't let her drown, you know..
||Mom and Dad were
putting clean sheets on the bed. Mom discovered me zonked out and
snuck and got the camera. I was a tired dog from all the work I do!