Buford

Chapter 3: Our life together

After we got him home we started to get him used to the yard and cats, surprisingly he didn't chase them after our cat Shiloh scratched him. We didn't have to buy any dog food or toys because we had some left over from when K.C. was there. Buford adapted to the country life pretty easily and was soon running and jumping and playing like a regular puppy. He was sooooo cute!!! Finally came the time to figure out his name, we had no ideas until I started calling him bubba( because I think of him as the little brother I never had), so we just used bu from bubba and them dad wanted him to be named after the place he came from which was Stamford lake so we just took the last four letters of Stamford and made the name Buford. Buford was skinny when we got him, but after some TLC and some table scraps he became a FAT dog! So as his owner, because I stated sooo many times that he was MY DOG, I had to get all that fat off him and make it musle by the end of summer( which was only a month left by then). I had my work cut out for me. The rest of that summer was filled with running, swimming, playing fetch, and no more table scraps. He finally became the dog my dad wanted a week before summer was over. He was a lean, mean, musle machine! He also became very protective of me and placed me pretty high up in his pack if I was guessing. We didn't know his birthday so I finally convinced my parents to let me have his birthday on mine. I also gave him the middle name of Doo like Scooby Doo because then and still now Scooby Doo is one of my idols. We still have Buford with us today after all the years of having different fostercare dogs and taking in one homeless dog at a time, but Buford has a special place in our hearts that will never leave. :-)