…when I heard Annabelle say “bastard”. I was running around the house trying to get ready for church yesterday morning. But I dropped whatever I was doing immediately and checked out what she was referring to. I didn’t have a clue, but still told her that’s not very nice, in a confronting tone.

“No, BUSTER! Buster is my doggie’s name.” She explained.

“……” I didn’t know what to say. What a name!

So here’s Annabelle and Buster on a jumping rope leash…