Buster the dog

Buster the Dog is packing up and moving back to Wilma's, Aunt Wilma's, my friend's dog.  He could care less about herding, and wanted to run around all the time, he's a hunting dog.  I wrote a poem about him and sent it to Sarah H. and James and to Leah, my Amish friends in Mendon.  It was a funny but true poem. 

There is a bad poetry reading night at Portage Library . I plan to participate and read the Buster Saga poem. 

Toby, the dad, thought the poem was funny, but Leah seemed irritated.