Bullmastiff

A day in the life of "Buster"

I walk into the room to where my people are laying on the couch. They’re watching the moving pictures, wrapped up together in a blanket. I walk right up to them, and rest my head on the blanket.

‘Oh, hey Buster, how are you,” I wag my tail. I want a snack, but I’d settle for a head-rub. They go back to their picture watching and pay me no attention. I whinge, a long deep groan and nudge my head into the blanket.

‘Oh buddy,’ says my owner closest to me, raising their hand they stroke my head. My tail wags again, a long sweeping motion, as I feel them rub behind my ears.

‘I’ve got something for you,’ my other owner says. He pulls a treat out from under the blanket. It’s a bone! One of the chewy ones that takes forever to eat. My ears prick up and I immediately sit. Must be a good boy to get the treat. My two people laugh, and they toss the treat into the air towards me. I leap up and grab it, chomping down twice to make sure it’s mine. I whine again and look at my people to say thank you, wagging my tail as drool drips down onto the floor from my mouth.