That’s what those people at the humane society said about me. How dare they!! I’m a friendly guy. I’m
house trained. I get along with everyone except bunnies. I’m just five years old. Heck I’m even neutered.
Why label me unadoptable? Huh? I was worried. What would happen to me if I cannot be adopted? I
heard talk around the kennels about a thing called “rescue.” If anyone needed rescue from this place, it
was me Buster. Someone heard my prayers because that’s what happened…I was rescued.
As I left the humane society, I stopped to pee on their front door to show them what I thought about their
“unadoptable” label. My foster mom explained the humane society didn’t want to treat my yeast infection.
I have a little redness on my chest and under my front legs. The nice vetman said it was minor – just a
little medicine and Gold Bond powder should fix me up.
So if you’re looking for a male basset, around 5 years of age, that’s house trained, gets along with other
dogs, friendly and a couch potato – ask about me Buster, Jr.
P.S. – About that couch potato thing, I usually need a little boost.