Well, first, there's the fact that my humans spend LOTS of time at work.
Which means that I, Buster, am in charge of the house, and everyone gets to do what I say.
Except for Persephone & Bailey & Harold the Australian Finch & the mice that try to eat my dog food.
I like the constant presence of Canada geese. They're as big as I am, and that's a lot of bird to chase.
I love the crimsonness of everything. Trees, sumac, and Mom's face when I pee on the toilet.
And my dog-mom Bailey's expression when I bark without interruption at nothing in particular for no apparent reason.
She has very expressive eyes, I think.
But she loves me. I think.