Well, today has been one of the most rotten ones we've had in quite some time. I guess you know you're definately from the South when you shed more tears over your dog than you did the last time you had a close relative die. This morning Buster was headed over to the farm store and was run over. I know everyone thinks their dog is the coolest, but Buster was certainly one of a kind, to say the least. He's been a great gin dog, hunting buddy and a definate member of the family. Buster was actually bred in England, and since he spends so much time out in the gin with the guys, we always joked that he was the only dog that spoke spanish with an English accent. When I was little a movie I loved was "All Dogs go to Heaven." I know we've all got our own visions and expectations about what heaven is going to be like, and I often wonder about there being animals in heaven. Al believes there will atleast be deer in heaven, else it wouldn't really be heaven. When a person we love dies I think we deal with it by knowing, if they're a believer, that they are in heaven and we will see them again some day. I think we get just as attached to animals sometimes, and so this morning when I was praying I couldn't help but ask God to give Buster a soul and let us see him again when we get to heaven. I know I'm rambling and this is silly but I shared with Buster lots of times and I do believe he was smart enough of a dog to have been a Believer. :) Either way, he was a gift from God, and was given to Al when he needed him most. May eveyone have the love, joy, and loyalty of a Buster in their life.
