The Hunting Buster
My baby boy, Buster, is a pain in the butt. He's a Basset Hound and a year and a half. Since the day I got him he's been my little hunter. And my oh my has he hunted.
One morning I walked to the kitchen and he came in the doggy door with something in his mouth. He ran off...of course! I chased him and all I see is a rat run under my night stand. It took me an hour to catch the rat, but I got it.
That same day I come home and he's in his kennel playing with something. I call out his name and he opens his mouth to bark and a possum comes running out. It was the most interesting day I've even experienced. I finally caught the possum after 2 hours of looking for it.
He's brought in a baby kitten and put it in his bed and cuddled with it. Which is so adorable! He's a pain in my butt, but that's my Basset Hound, Buster. He's always looking for something new....literally. (: