Sunlight Comes to the BusterWorld Theme Park: Portents of Spring and the Antipation of Mud

Oh, Joy ! It's Mud Season! And it came to pass that serendipitously, Kerry Blue Terriers were created with just the right color! It's hard to hide the fact that an airedale has been tunneling beneath the permafrost in search of the earth's core. But with us, ya have to take a real close look to notice anything different!



The day started with the Gathering of the Pack in the Back "40"...

Bailey, as always, was up for some serious mud-diving.



Princess Persephone, the Doyenne of Divadom, was on hand to prepare high tea indoors. On this particular weekend, the thought of mud brought supreme metaphysical conflicts. She dreamt of foie gras and sorbet.




I first patrolled the deck to ensure that it was clear of itinerant chipmunks.




The worn bench had not faired well, covered in snow all winter! I tested its Buster-holding power and munched on one of my recently dug-up Wilsons.




The prospect of some serious bamboo-diving presented itself. It was time to discover what lurked in the grove!

I ordered up a steak from the male human lackey. London Broil. I insisted that it be served rare!

Bailey and I surveyed the driveway for the possibility of a chipmunk dessert. It just wasn't happening!




But life was good, nevertheless. I decided to unearth the septic tank and sample the tastes to be found among unspeakable things in the back yard.



Le Sacre du printemps a commencé!


Your buddy,

Buster