An Ode to Buster Dog

Preliminary Info. Buster was a black tuxedo rat terrier. My father found him wandering in traffic in downtown Las Angelas. The vet just knew he was full grown. Dad brought him home in 1956 or 7.
He died a brave hero in 1965 killing a tarantula. He had no way of knowing it wasn't very toxic to humans, but deadly to a 25 lb rat terrier.

He will always be my hero. He waits for me on the Rainbow Bridge.

Picture 1 is Buster and Teddy on my lap in the fifties.



Ode to Buster Dog


They say a dog is just an animal
Who wags is tail and barks.
But Buster was a special pal.
He thought he was a man.
He won his way into our hearts.

A black and white tuxedoed gentleman
whose collar was half out.

He was a great one with the gals.
Had his very own territory and route.

He never lost a fight, except with death himself.
So brave that he battled the grim reaper without a sound.

Buster would have made a very good man.


Sharon Pribble