Buster Boy

We've been a one dog and one cat household for nearly six years now. A couple of months ago we test drove a Dachshund - Lab puppy. Just picture short legs and body with a Lab build and coloring. He was more of a handful than we were ready for at the time.

A couple of weeks ago, our friends rescued a puppy near their house. We offered to puppy sit while they went on vacation. Well, the little guy is still here. LongJohn and Sheleata are getting along well, playing more everyday.

I had the pleasure of showcasing Buster at the vet. Everyone came by the examination room to check out the newest addition to the Barnes Place family. A whole lot of boy he’s cute and we hope he gets along with LongJohn. Buster took the visit well, even though dinner didn’t accompany his series of pokes and prods (I would expect at least dinner if a thermometer then stool scoop were stuck up my bum).

Our little boy is more like a young man. Dr. H estimates his age at 7-12 months based on a mouth full of adult teeth and a healthy set of testicles. Weighing in at 10.5 pounds, Buster received his first set of adult shots, with one more set to go before he can venture with us to the park or other social settings. The poor young man has worms from his street walking days. Today at dinner I gave him his first dose of deworming medication.

The consensus of the staff is a Papillon (pronounced PAP–ee–yon) – Dachshund mix. My favorite part is the butterfly ears. I'm sure the next few months will be full of many adventures.

The Ballet

Friday I was enjoying lunch at the Silver Skillet dinner. For whatever reason, my ears tuned in to a conversation between my waitress and two older gentlemen.

W: So boys, what are you doing this afternoon?
G1: I think I'm gonna head over to the Spring Street Ballet for a performance.

Editors note: Now I sat for a moment thinking how odd because the ballet offices are on West Peachtree, and when they perform, it's at the Fox Theatre on Peachtree Street.

G2: Chuckles
W (after a short pause): Hmmm...so you are going to The Cheetah. The only thing I don't like about that strip club is the drinks are watered down.
G2: Chuckles again

I chucked as well, thinking, strippers are called professional entertainers. Some of the moves are even similar, so why not refer to it as "Ballet"?

Their conversation shifted to another topic, and I focused on finishing Harry Potter.