Buster's BS

[busterb]

One track mind. That's what my Dad told me years ago. "Said I had one." Anyway for days I had single malt on my mind. So, only cure is to head to Laurel and get a jug. While there I picked up a jug of George Dickels white label besides the Glenfiddich. Then on to Taylorsville for Buddy's wash and dry, shots, etc.
Then to Center Ridge, don't even think blink your eye.
Back to pick-up Buddy. They gave her a shot that I didn't ask for and kept her collar. Boy pay back is going to be a bitch.

I'm sad to report Buddy, some how escaped her crate late last night and is a now dog of interest about drinking almost all the Bourbon, attacking me while I was sleeping and injuring my left ankle and knee.
+ the little bitch wouldn't pose for a photo while she was clean and pretty.
Merry Chirstmas......