I call Bud “My Little Man,” sometimes I call him the “Little King.” We are good pals. We bonded on the ride home from Vermont, where the rescue truck had brought him from Southern Arkansas.
He was a wreck. He is fine now, happy, busy, affectionate, always ready to hunt a rat or mouse or mole. He loves to jump up onto my lap and take a nap in the evening. And his forever pal is Zinnia, the two are a riot together.
Maria took this photo of the two of us as I was giving Bud his morning head scratch. He loves his morning head scratch.
That is one happy dog! So sweet, Jon.
Awwwwwww, what a pair of sweeties!
He is one lucky dog!!
How you treat animals says everything about you!!!
I agree 2 sweeties.Thanks for photo.
I Love seeing Bud…. I miss my dog so much… so Bud at least brings back that little face…That is so Boston. Thank you for sharing with him
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