Every American family has its own unique blend of personalities, my family was no exception. Within our four suburban walls we ranged the full spectrum of types. From the flamboyant, to the demure. From the drunken, to the steadfast. From the repellant, to the ideal. Somehow, we managed to fit together in a kind of fragile alliance. For every sperm stained sheet outrage, there was a close family dinner. Things were kept in a positive light. One for all, and all for one. With one exception: Buster.....the family dog. Buster was more than a dog, he was the family dog. Over the years, Buster became everyones escape from other family. I can only imagine......the things that Buster has been told, but never able to repeat.
Thank you Buster, I will always remember you.
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