Friends and Family

This has been a busy week

 Knut has been over often. He likes to kiss people. That is something I do not do.

This is him looking pensive.

This is him and me playing.

My sister was over from England and we went to the park a lot.

She is asking me to come on the plane to England but then I would not be at my house.

Maybe Professor Joba would come over and I would not be there.

I like my house even when they make fun of me.

Love

from

Buster

Professor Joba of the Institute

Professor Joba came over. Dad says he has hair like Tony Curtis.

Here he is looking serious.

It is hard to see his expression but I think he thinks a lot.

Henry came too.

He likes pushing chairs around and around.

Dad tried to get a picture of Henry but he moves and moves.

Me and Joba ate one of the blocks when they went out. Dad was not pleased.
They belonged to Henry's Dad.

Henry likes the blocks a lot. So do I.

After they went home, we all had a nap like we always do.

Happy Weekend!



Love
from

Buster

I Go On A Visit

I went in the car to Tappan. Then we went for a walk and there was grass to play on.

This is Professor Joba inspecting the grass.

Then we ran round a lot.

You can tell this because our tongues are hanging out.

Then we played with Henry for a while. I think he was pleased to see me.

I helped him play in his bouncy thing off the door.

The next day we went home in the car.

I hope you had a good weekend too.

Love 

from

Buster

ps:

In reply to some people who have written to me.

I was not sick in the car! That is because I am now grown up.

Professor Joba is on leave from the Cern Institute where he heads a team studying Sub Nuclear Manifestations. He is currently doing dog activities like barking at the mailman and stuff.

Yes, Dexter, I know it! Now there is Henry, me and Joba 's stars do not shine as bright.

We lick him anyway.

Family Day

On Sunday my nephew Henry came over.

So did Joba. When they cut his hair they forgot to do his head.

He looks funny.

Henry got a new toy. It is a duck with little ducks. One rattles. One squeaks.

I wanted it and I wanted it. I was not allowed to have it.

Then me and Joba played. You can see my stick sculpture in the back ground.

Love

 from

Buster

Professor Joba Comes Over

This is Joba. He is my cousin or my uncle. 

His Dad is Mum's other boy. I went to his house in the summer.

We are chums.

When he played with my busted gingerbread man,

I tried to take it away from him.

So we did fighting for a bit.

When he went home, I had to sit in Mum's chair to have a rest.

This is what Joba looks like.

I hope you are well.

love

from

Buster

I Return to the City

Jabby's Mom and Dad came home and he was happy.

Joba is smiling. I was not. I had to go home in the car.

We will not discuss this...

This is Dad taking me for a walk in the city.

Mum says the man with the hat looks like a picture of Walt Whitman.

How would I know?

Who did I see next to my house the very first day I was home?

How did you guess?

Bodi was pleased to see me. (He lives downstairs).

This is the first picture you have ever seen of Darcy.

She is very beautiful.

love from

Buster

 

Me and Joba

This is Joba. He is named after the Yankees pitcher.

 We call him Jabby.

We are heading to the nature trail. 

I am bigger than him, but he can run faster.

The trees round here have stuff growing up them.

We do not have that where I live.

This is a plant I saw. 

Do you think it looks like my tail (if a bit of my tail was pink)?

Some times I get bored of digging in the garden

 and have to stop to itch myself.

love from

 Buster

Weird Stuff and Camp Back Yard

This is a poster on 8th Avenue for some sort of floor. 

Mum says the picture looks like me.

But it is not me.

A lady with a dog near London Terrace.

She has blue nail polish.

This is another of the dogs whose hair fell off.

 IanDownTheHall is showing me a car.

This is in my house.

This is Ian reading me a book. 

We are on the street, but we feel comfortable anyway.

This is Camp Back Yard. This is my cousin Joba.

When we were driving here, we had to stop at

 a 'scenic overlook' so Mum could throw

 out some bath towels and stuff.

Going in the car upsets my stomach.

One day I will grow out of it.

I hope so anyway.

love from

Buster