My Siblings Part One: Buster Milhouse

BUSTER MILHOUSE

WARNING: This blog's all about me, and I know that's what my fans want to read. I hope you'll understand, then, that I'm going to introduce you to the other, less Lukie-Lukie-Hua-Hua-like members of my family. Feel free to skip these posts if the thought of anything but me makes you bored.

Buster's my brother/nemesis. He's also called Mr. B, Bubba, Lil' Man, Bussy, and asshole. The last one seems like a compliment - nothing I like more than some ass-smelling.

He's ten times my size, but I'm just as much dog. This is Buster with his lady:

He can be a pain - he doesn't want to share his kibble trumpet with me, for instance. He lets me know by growling. When he does that, I think it is best to hide behind one of my ladies until he's finished. I growl back sometimes, but I'm so intimidating I like to use my power sparingly. Usually, we get along great.

Buster's from Yakima, home of the Yakima Valley Warriors.

This seems fitting. He remains a proud Washingtonian. We may look different, but we're both Huskies. (I'm a USC fan too, because my daddy is, but that's a story for another day - this isn't about me! Also, I love cat food. And cuddles. And...ooops, back to the subject at hand.)

He's got his own house with a yard in Ballard! I've never been there, but I can't wait to pee all over the beautiful poppies he grows in his garden.

My lady knew Buster before she met me.

She told me it was Buster who made her want a dog. This makes sense since Buster and I are like two peas in a strange little pod:

One great thing about Buster is he's really good at communicating to our ladies that we need to walk IMMEDIATELY in the morning. Shelly calls him "Mr. Grumpy Pants with Suspenders of Sadness" when he's like that, but I call him AWESOME. Come on, caffeine addictions shouldn't stand in the way of our need to check Palms for new smells (and Palms is FULL of cool things. One time, Buster found a whole fried chicken on the street!).

Buster's favorite foods are bacon, cheese, and beef. He's also a jerky addict. In his spare time, Buster enjoys doggie daycare and hiking. He's also a connoisseur of dog parks, hunting for old tennis balls on the street, and swimming in the Puget Sound. He learned that from Buddy. I never knew Buddy, but he sure sounds cool. He was my Aunt Kathryn's dog.

Buster's also the namesake of the "Buster Special," which, as y'all know, is eggs, cheese, and water.

Wow. I didn't know I could talk that much about someone who isn't me!