FRIEND TO DOGS

Hi, this is Buster. One of my and Eddie’s biggest pals is Uncle John. He is the people critter who got me into the dog rescue in the north. When Uncle John first saw me in the Mississippi woods he told Mister Tom, “that’s a good dog.” He was the one who encouraged me to adopt Mister Tom. On the day Eddie adopted Mister Tom he got to meet Uncle John. We decided to write a short poem about Uncle John.

FRIEND TO DOGS (Copyright 2013 by Captain Eddie and Buster J. Brown)

 

Our Uncle John to dogs is no stranger,
Thoughts eerily canine, sometimes childlike in nature.

Concerned always about our wellbeing,
Sometimes sarcastic to hide his true feelings.

Eager to hear our latest adventures,
Makes him one of our hugest backers.

Admonitions to keep us from failure,
“Buster, Eddie, don’t be slackers.”

Yet always when he meets and greets us,
We see his demeanor is genuinely joyous.

Generous with pets and an occasional scratch,
He is a pal no one can match.

OUTSIDE

Hi, this is Eddie. I am the mostly brown-colored dog.

One of our favorite places to be is OUTSIDE. Each excursion is a new adventure. Part of the thrill is anticipating what awaits. Bunnies might be in the yard. My evil squirrel nemesis could be there, too. When either Buster or I go OUTSIDE, the most difficult part is remaining in a “sit-stay” at the open door while waiting for our release word. When Buster is released he jumps onto the deck but always comes back to Mister Tom before he again releases Buster. Mister Tom is trying to teach me to do the same thing. But, once OUTSIDE I get so excited that I sometimes forget to turn around and go back to Mister Tom.

OUTSIDE (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown and Captain Eddie)

Each charge outside another chance,
To play, explore, or smell the plants.

We must make sure we check,
All places explored on our last trek.

Possibilities that something changed,
A sound, a sight, all rearranged?

And find new spots to examine,
Always ready to spring to action.

Each smell, each sound we log,
With determination called dog’d.

Mission ended hearing him grouse,
“Buster,” “Eddie” time for house!

THE END

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PERFECT SPOT

Mister Tom believes that Eddie and I protect the house during the day from roving bands of evil doers intent on stealing the upholstered furniture. He believes this because often times he will find us on the upholstered furniture. He praises us for our constant vigilance. What he does not know is that we mostly snooze during the daytime when he is away. I decided to write a poem about finding the “perfect spot” to sleep.

PERFECT SPOT (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)

Much effort is expended,
For the effect intended.

Be it couch, bed, or floor,
No space to ignore.

To keep comfort in harmony,
I search quite purposefully.

Warm days searching cool spots,
Cool days warmth is sought.

Sometimes sunshine on carpet,
Or on top of a blanket.

‘Neath table or chair,
My comfort to insure.

Perfect spot once found,
Sweet dreams are my crown.

THE END

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FRIENDS

Hi, this is Buster. I’m the white-colored, brown-spotted dog. Eddie and I are cheerful and friendly fellows. We think we are quite handsome, too. We like almost all the people we meet. I am not shy when I meet new people. I immediately want to go say hello. Eddie used to be shy around new people and in new places. He is doing better with all the places we take Mister Tom. Once I meet you and greet you I want to move on to greet my other pals. On the other hand, once Eddie greets someone he wants to stay with them for more pets. He likes to lean against people he meets and stay for a long time. A lot of the places we go they know our names even though they do not know Mister Tom’s name. So, we have lots of friends, and did I mention that we are handsome fellows?

FRIENDS (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown and Captain Eddie)

Grandma, Auntie Alice, Cousin Lauren and more,
Buster Brown and Captain Eddie have pals galore.

Our cheerful demeanors, friendly faces and smiles,
Helps us make pals, endear, and beguile.

No strangers to hard times and life’s travails,
We’ll make your day shine with wags of our tails.

Our hearts are pure and we are filled with good,
We’re generous with kisses if you decide we should.

THE END

 

NEW ADVENTURES

We three travelers, me, Buster and Mister Tom went on a long trip to a place new to me. We went to the glorious north woods. The days were sunny and the nights were cool. Buster and Mister Tom travel there quite often, but this was my first trip there. I had so much fun that I decided to write a poem.

 

“NEW ADVENTURES” (Copyright 2013 by Captain Eddie)

First excitement with all the packing,
My anticipation was not lacking.

Off we went one early morn,
Adventures ahead as if reborn.

Hours we traveled to places unknown,
Leaving the daily routine of home.

Anxious and alert I could not sit,
Buster stirred, but just a bit.

Each minute, each hour so much to see,
All of this in new country.

Lakes, rivers and forests awaited,
Change I could not have anticipated.

Gray wolf, black bear, and whitetail deer,
The signs suggested they all lived here.

These north woods offered much to explore,
This place I’d never been before.

THE END

 

THE STORIES OF BUSTER J. BROWN AND CAPTAIN EDDIE

Pals-O-Buster™ and Pals-O-Eddie™ know who we are. One of our ardent followers did mention that some folks might be confused; a mostly white-colored dog named “Brown” and a brown-colored dog named “Eddie.” We know that Mister Tom was not thinking ahead when he named us. To help people make sense of this confusion we decided to tell our stories.

Here are our stories as told by each of us.

Buster’s Story

I am Buster Jerry Brown. I am the white-colored, brown-spotted dog. Mister Tom named me after the legendary wild boar hunter of Mississippi, Jerry Brown. Mister Tom liked the alliterative effect of the name Buster Brown, so my name became “Buster Jerry Brown.” Most folks call me Buster or Buster J. When I get stubborn Mister Tom calls me the shiftless hound.

I found Mister Tom when he was wild boar hunting with Jerry Brown in February 2004. I was resting underneath a sticker bush thicket deep in the woods. I think I was lost. I decided to go with the people who found me because I was hungry and tired of living outside all the time. The day I was found I got fresh water and real dog food. The very next day I traveled a long, long way to a dog rescue in the north. People from the dog rescue cleaned me up and got me all healthy. I officially adopted Mister Tom after that. I am the first dog ever who adopted Mister Tom.

People ask what dog breed am I? Well, I am mostly a terrier dog of some sort. In the rural south they call me a “feist” dog. If one searches the Internet for “Decker Giant Rat Terriers” they will see pictures and videos of other dogs that look a lot like me. Mister Tom says that I am a “good boy” and that is all that matters.

I like practically all people critters I meet. I hardly bark at all which is why I have a bell on my collar. When I see some of my best people pals I will whine and cry until they say hello to me. I like doing stuff and going places with Mister Tom. Since I decided to live with Mister Tom I have always done obedience training. I like doing this because it teaches Mister Tom how to let us dogs know what he wants us to do. To show Mister Tom how smart I am I compete in dog obedience. I usually do well and I have bunches of obedience titles.

Eddie’s Story

I am Eddie. I am the brindle, mostly brown-colored dog you see in the pictures. My name at the dog rescue was Eddie and Mister Tom simply thought that I looked like an “Eddie,” whatever that means. My registered name is “Captain Eddie.” I am named after Captain Eddie Vernon Rickenbacker, the World War I flying ace and Medal of Honor recipient. Mister Tom wanted me to have a heroic name because he says I am a heroic and special fellow. My pals call me Eddie or the Ed-ster. When I am stubborn Mister Tom calls me EDDIE in a low, deep voice.

I adopted Mister Tom in November 2012 after he came to visit me at the dog rescue place near his home. I came to that dog rescue from a dog rescue in Kentucky. Before I adopted Mister Tom I lived all of my life in dog rescue places. I never lived in a real home until I adopted Mister Tom. It sure is nice to live in a house in a neighborhood.

I am a mixed-breed dog of some sort. Walt, the person who taught Mister Tom how to better understand dogs, thinks I might have “coursing hound” in my mix. I am a tall, lean, deep-chested dog with long legs and a naturally bobbed tail.

I like people. Sometimes when I meet new people I am a little shy. I am getting over being shy around new people. After I meet new people and they give me pets and scratches I am quite friendly. I like sitting next to people or lying down in front of them and touching them all the time if I can. I do bark when Mister Tom goes outside with Buster and leaves me inside. The only time I bark when I am outside is when I see the evil squirrel critters. I know that squirrel critters spend a lot of time in trees so I keep a keen watch for them when I am outside. Mister Tom is teaching me the obedience stuff that Buster knows. I would rather play with my toys than do obedience stuff. I think Mister Tom knows this because we play together when we finish doing obedience stuff.

DOG SPRING

DOG SPRING (Copyright 2013 by Buster J Brown)

What lie ‘neath snow and now exposed,
A treasure trove for my nose.

Overhead a chorus not heard since autumn,
Migrating birds join in spring’s anthem.

Grass still brown yet sunshine warming,
Bunnies and squirrels are back out roaming.

Spring is here we dogs exclaim,
With renewed zest and spirit aflame.

BUNNIES AND SQUIRRELS

BUNNIES AND SQUIRRELS (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown and Captain Eddie)

 

Each trip OUTSIDE is filled with excitement,

‘Cause I’m a dog who is critter savant.

 

There are bunnies and squirrels and critters galore,

And sights and smells of so many more.

 

Knowing “squirrels” means look to the trees,

While “bunnies” are aground as they flee.

 

I watch geese and ducks fly overhead,

Never to chase, just gander instead.

 

Such pure and simple joy I embrace,

Perhaps this time I’ll get to chase.

My New Home

Hi, I am Eddie, the mostly brow-colored dog in the pictures. Eddie was the name I had at the shelter. When Mister Tom brought me to Buster’s and his home I got a longer name. Since I am a special dog, Mister Tom gave me a very special name. My full name is “Captain Eddie Vernon Rickenbacker.” I was named after the World War I flying Ace and Medal of Honor recipient.  Pals-O-Eddie mostly call me Eddie but Mister Tom sometimes calls me “The Ed-ster.”

Like Buster I am a mixed-breed dog. Just by looking at us I do not think we came from the same mix.

Mister Tom is the one who found Buster when he was lost in the woods so Mister Tom knows Buster’s story. Mister Tom found me in a shelter so he only knows bits and pieces of my background. Still, I have an interesting story which I put to poetry below.

MY NEW HOME (Copyright 2013 by Captain Eddie)

I came to town from ‘ole Kentuck’,
In a scary vehicle called a truck.

New places, new sights, new sounds and smells,
How exciting that shelter in which I dwelled.

One day I met a man named Mister Tom,
A week later I met his dog Buster Brown.

After that I moved to my forever home,
A place I can call my very own.

Now I play, get pets and go to obedience class,
And come home to rest and snooze at last.

THE END

SCRATCHES

Like all dogs, Eddie and I like to receive pets and scratches.

SCRATCHES (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)

Chin scratches, butt scratches, and belly rubs,
Are sometimes better than a bowlful of grub.

Find the right spot with scratches strong,
I’ll double the effort and scratch along.

You’d think a nice grooming with a brush,
Is something I’d like, instead I’m gruff.

With brushing I’ll fiddle and figit,
An uneasy behavior I will exhibit.

Just give me scratches to my butt,
I’ll be the most grateful of a mutt.

THE END