Side note: yes we don't have a mail man we have a mail pilot. he lands on our personal airstrip every friday, hands us the mail and then flies away. definitely one of the coolest jobs around.
Anyway so Tom and i were driving the truck over to the airstrip and Buster decides he wants to come along. but we had already started driving. no matter. "the dukes of hazard was a good show." thinks buster. He then proceeds to JUMP into the window of the MOVING pickup truck and lands in my lap. he is just lucky i had the window open.
Later on we were loading some tree branches into the back of the truck to take them to the dump which is about 2 km away (a bit over a mile) and again buster decides to come along. I tell buster to stay and get back in the truck. of course buster doesn't speak english and the only thing he hears is BUSTER yelled in his direction so he decides its still ok to come along. only this time the truck is doing 30 km an hour. Funny thing is that buster was keeping pace with the car. marking the turn offs for roads are big oil drums on these metal frames and Buster jumped over one with no hesitation. they must be three feet high and at least five long and he didn't even stop for a second. the best part is that we made this trip five times and no matter how hard i tried to get him to stay, or how tired he got, he would follow us. by the last trip he was walking back.
Then last night (we finally got a bit of food from town by the way) we were making ribs and i decided to give Buster a bone with some fat on it to gnaw on. so what does he do? not only does he eat the fat. HE EATS THE BONE. It was a pretty big bone too. i thought he was just going to chew on it a bit but no. CRUNCH. he just bit right through it and kept going. needless to say i don't think he is feeling to good today but he'll be alright.
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