RIP Buford T. Justice “Good Dog”

I remember the very moment I first met Buford.   Chris and I had recently and suddenly lost our Mastiff/Lab mix George and whilst cruising Pet Finder found a dog at the Yakima Humane Society that looked remarkably like him.    Because of my work schedule I never got a chance to head over and meet him but Chris did and our other dog at the time Wilma liked him so we decided to bring him home.

Buford had been a stray at large that was well on his way to starving to death so a lady called Animal Control and into the pound he went.  I’m not sure what they’re doing in central Washington but large brindle ‘bully’ type dogs are a dime a dozen and his chances of being adopted would have been slim to none.  When Chris went to visit him the first time (this is an eight hour round trip mind you) Big B was pretty sedate and Chris couldn’t engage him.    While walking him he noticed that B was limping and lifted up his paw and found a big thorn wedged in between his pads.  Chris pulled it out and Big B perked up, pranced around and basically became a new dog.  I consulted with Chris over the phone and we decided to adopt him but he had to stay to be neutered before we could bring him home.   Several days later Chris made the second eight our round trip and picked him up while I was at work.  Chris said Big B walked into the house and over to the nicest dog bed, lifted his leg and marked the bed.   I guess he had decided to stay.

I got home, walked in the door and it was like love at first sight.   Buford pranced right over to me and was basically my special boy from that moment on.   As far as Big B was concerned, the Earth revolved around me and he took watching after his mommy very seriously.    He had a special ‘girly boy’ bark reserved just for when I got home and always knew when it was time for me to get home from work.   Big B always enjoyed having a job, whether that was patrolling the yard (those damn squirrels and crows really pissed him off!) or taking care of me while Chris was out of town.

Buford took the house rules seriously and totally freaked out one night when he got the runs and didn’t want to poop in the house.  Not only did he tear up the futon, he also tried to chew through the wall trying to get outside.   The hole was impressive, let me tell you and this photo made the rounds with my ‘dog friends’.

Pretty impressive, huh?

I found out Big B was a super model while I was home recovering from surgery.   He was pretty darn tolerant but after about the tenth wig he went outside and wouldn’t come back in.

There aren’t many who could rock a purple beehive and get away with it.
Or Farrah hair and a tiara.
Here is his Burt Reynolds look.
Just a dude and his Doggles.
I felt bad for putting him in this costume and didn’t make him wear it very long. Even Tigerlily thought it was stupid looking!
Big B had a love/hate relationship with the sprinkler.

Buford also had the dubious pleasure of training up all the foster puppies that have come through our doors.   They always just seemed to know that Big B was the dog to emulate, and the puppies really strove to be like him.   He trained many a pup that have since moved on to their very own home, showing off the mad skills that he passed on to them.  Dash took a particular liking to Big B right from the beginning.  Like he wanted to grow up big and brindle, too!

So I bought Buford a nice new orthopedic dog bed……

Buford was always really tolerant of the ‘house squirrels’ (cats) and even cuddled with them from time to time.

Big B and Tigerlily have a good snuggle.

While I was still working at Roscoe’s Buford enjoyed coming to work with me.  He would sit in the office and supervise while I worked.   I’m pretty sure he forgave me for the great ‘Fido Fleece Incident of 2011’.

Uncle Guy made fun of him and said he looked like he might go to a science college.

Buford became quite popular in the calendar crowd and was featured in several.    He decided being a super model was much more fun when it included posing with pretty girls.

Cathleen and Big B.
Buford and I making downtown Snohomish look good.
He was always one to help out around the house.
My very favorite photo of us together.

The amazing Julie Austin came over and took photos of Big B and I just a week ago and this is a photo that I shall treasure forever.

Big B and I towards the end.

Big B was diagnosed with adenocarcinoma that had spread to his organs just four weeks ago, but he lived a great four weeks filled with donuts, burgers and all the love a dog can get.  Buford T. Justice was one of those once in a life time dogs.   A Good Dog.   My dog.   I miss him so much already that my heart is breaking but I feel so very blessed that I got ten amazing years with him.   So long, Big B and thanks for all the memories.  I’ll see you on the other side.

Published by Hottie McNaughty

Hottie was a local burlesque performer and producer in the Seattle area. She now spends her day rallying for pet health insurance and here evenings running The Rhinestone Housewife.

18 thoughts on “RIP Buford T. Justice “Good Dog”

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss, but at least he left knowing he was loved. Reading your post actually brought tears to my eyes. I remember having to put a dog down when I was a kid, but I think when you are older that loss hits so much harder. If I lost one of my babies I don’t know what I would do. My thoughts are with you and I think it’s great that you have all of your photos together to help remember all the good times you had together. Plus you have to remember that as long as you have your memories he’s not really gone. He just live in your heart and memory… and you can’t forget….All dogs go to heaven!!! 🙂 Hugs to you!!

  2. As a fellow dog lover (found you via the BPAL forums) you and Buford were meant to find one another. He will be with you in one way or another for as long as you need his spirit around to guide you.

    1. You’re right….we were meant to find each other. Thank you so much for pointing that out…it made me feel better.

  3. Fuck. I’m really, really, really sorry, Jeanine. B was a fabulous dog with a fabulous mom. Hugs to you in this trying time. Long live the B. memories!

    Thinking of you all –

    ~kirstan and crew.

    1. Thanks lady. Honestly, it was harder to watch him hurt than it was to let him go. He’s still with me.

  4. Awww… This made me cry!
    I do have to say- the hole in the wall IS impressive as hell… You had one very special and handsome boy on your hands. He’ll always be with you ❤

    I absolutely love the last picture of you both- you can just FEEL the love and devotion to you that he has. What a way to go though, right? Ten wonderful years, a dog who otherwise wouldn't have been adopted had you not found him, a great trainer and a heartthrob model too!

    1. Thank you! I’ve never seen a more impressive dog made hole in a wall. He always did a good job. 😀

    1. Thank you so much. Big B was a stud for sure. I miss his big head making my leg go to sleep when he’d lay his head in my lap.

  5. What a dog of your heart is all about – love, laughter and imparting life lessons – and they make saying good bye so hard. Thanks for sharing this and your post on Sparks which led me here – Yancy is one lucky dude, you know!

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