Ah Buster. What a goofball. Buster would find joy in the simplest of things, whether it would be a squirrel chase in the backyard, to going bonkers when a pizza would be delivered. It actually got to the point where we had to spell the word “Pizza” when we placed an order. The little twerp recognized that word so easily that he would literally dance for joy. When he ran around our backyard, he had this goofy joyful look to him. To this day I have no idea as to how was able to not bite his tongue as it dangled from his mouth while running. Buster, like other pets in human life, was for me the sum of a quote from a favorite sci-fi show (Babylon 5). He was a creature that is a reminder by the universe not to take oneself too seriously. I miss that little twerp.