Byron and Buster

During one of the times while living in California we stayed with my aunt. Her son had a dog named Buster. I had just moved from Panama to Arkansas then California and I had to leave my dog in Panama. When I moved in so did Buster, on me that is. He decided he wanted to be my dog instead of my older cousin’s pet. It caused a few problems at first but since I was so small and he was an animal nature won out. Buster was one of my best friends while I lived in California but then I moved on again after the second grade and he had to stay behind. He and my cousin were happily best friends again.

This is a scanned image of an old photo, it has been digitally enlarged from 360 X 580 to 1523 X 2394 megapixels.