Monday 7 September 2009

BUSTER (R.I.P.)....FINALLY SHUFFLED AND PEE'ED OFF THIS MORTAL COIL...

To many of the cartoonists who have visited the Leatherbarrows various hovels throughout the years on the way to festivals, crashing out on the way to a job ,or just visiting for whatever reason. They will have gotten to know a very scruffy and incredibly stupid , but very loveable creature....No, not me!...No, Buster, the family pooch. Who today was 'put to sleep', as we say when we trying to break the news gently that he's 'popped his paws' and is dead.
Buster was bought for 'the Lovely Lynne ', and grew to be an incredibly stupid creature whose single brain cell rattled around his cranium like a marble in a biscuit tin. He would race around attacking all kinds of brushes for some reason. Yard brushes and toilet brushes held a strong fascination for him. He was named Buster, after one morning he was only a few weeks old and got hold a bottle, with a rubber stopper of artists acrylic ink(crimson red)....His nose, tongue and the carpet had splashes of acrylic red ink over it , so showing whose boss i said, with the famous Leatherbarrow finger wagging menacingly. "Listen ,Buster you do anything like that again and i'll kick yer arse..."You know the gist!..But The Lovely Lynne ,still lying in bed, thought Buster was a nice name, so that was that. He was a short stubby Cairn terrier. He also had the ability and Tardis like capacity to pee on every blade of grass and bush wherever he went. Even as he grew older he'd shuffle n' pee, accompanied by ,pants, snorts, sniffs n' grunts. But age did its bit and thats that .Hopefully he's in doggy heaven feeling a little more lively, as once he was. He'll definitly be shufflin n' pee'ing on the clouds ,so i'd better be a little careful when i look up from now on.

7 comments:

Cathy said...

Tim, I'm so, so sorry to hear this news; losing a little fella like that's just like losing one of the family. And 'putting them to sleep' has got to rank in the top three of 'The Worst Things you Ever Have To Do'.

I agree that you need to be careful of those clouds. Falafel's up there, too, waving his plumes around and causing havoc by getting under the floorboards ...

xxxxx

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Thanks, sweetheart
At the moment, i've got two girls bursting into tears ,every so often .But the 'little 'un's 'started scheming about getting 'another puppy', so she's getting 'back on line'.
And they have decking on heavenly clouds, Do they have garden furniture in pet heaven as well ?
Tim and Charlie(thats the other one ,who's not dead..Yet ,as my beloved daughter has just told me to put, i'm not sure where this is going.)xxx

Cathy said...

Yep, they have garden of paradise furniture up there as well - anything for pets to cock their legs against, gnaw, chew, crap on ... all depends on species ...

xxx

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Ahhhh, it's a dogs life!...Being a dead dog !
Snoopy xx

Thud said...

I tend to shuffle and widdle a tad like the little chap myself....happy streams Buster!

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Well Thudmeister, is that a result of advancing years , or the sins and debauchery you got up to on your recent jaunt to the realms of the Johnny Foreignher.
But i'm sure Buster appreciates the thought, as do i. Cheers, son , hope the families ok.
Down one dog Tim

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Poor Buster!Oh, by the way, I'm the one dad is always calling 'the little 'un'.
Any there are BILLIONS of reasons that I'm writing this, but the main one is (drum role please)
...I AM NOT SCHEMING TO GET ANOTHER PUPPY!
Though that would be nice...
Don't listen to my dad. He is a liar and has had millions of pairs of his trousers burnt.
Love,
Elara
xxx