I guess you’d have to say Bud is comfortable at the farm, he hung out with Red and Fate in the back yard, marked every single bush and rock, took a dump and came over to me for some attention.

I took him up into my lap and he turned over on his back for a belly rub, which i was happy to give him. He was practically purring. Carol Johnson sent some Cashew Brittles from Arkansas with a note saying they were for us, not Bud.

Bud is a young dog, about a year old, but an Old Soul. He’s only been her for a couple of hours, but it seems he has been here for years. Thanks Carol and the good people at FOHA for bring But to us, he is a wonderful creature and belongs here. I’m glad he is home.