Bud: These mudbugs are mine, all mine. Me: You aren't planning on sharing your double serving of crawfish? Bud: Read the sign, Human. These are already spoken for. Me: I don't know Bud, crawfish boils

Me: Bud! Stop bothering the gate agent and get back in line. Bud: Forget all that...let me handle this. I'll get us upgraded before you can say "I'll have champagne with my caviar" today. Me:

Me: Happy birthday, Bud! How does it feel to be seventeen? Bud: Frankly, I feel pretty crappy. It seems like everything I do, I've done before. In fact, didn't you already do this picture last year? Me:

Me: Happy birthday, Bud! Sweet sixteen is quite an accomplishment for canines. Bud: I wish I could say it was all sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, but you ruined that trifecta. Me: You are like an elephant

Me: Happy birthday, Bud! Sweet sixteen is quite an accomplishment for canines. Bud: I wish I could say it was all sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, but you ruined that trifecta. Me: You are like an elephant

Bud: Why am I here? Me: How very existential of you, Bud. Bud: Et tu, human? Me: Going with the Shakespearean approach now? Bud: Lord, do not be far from me... Me: And here we go biblical! Bud: You are

Me: What's this photo I found under your pillow? Bud: Just a souvenir of a lovely celebration with my Mexican friends Pedro, Cecilia and Lupita. Yes. Those were margaritas to remember...sigh Me: Erm...aren't

Bud: Strap on your sarape, sister, it's Cinco de Mayo. Me: Cute. Bud: Manhandle these maracas while I howl at the moon...let's fiesta! Me: Let's not...it's 9:00 am. Bud: Then, tuck into tortillas and tipple

Bud: It's me, Human. I'm out here. Me: I can see that. Bud: Playing hard to get? Me: No Bud, I'm tired of being your personal doorman. Bud: Let me in. Me: Is this the last time? Bud: The last time for

Bud: I vant to be aloone. Me: How very Garbo of you. Bud: I'm on strike. Me: Demands? Bud: Dahling. Better living conditions. I deserve them. Me: Riiight...Name one. Bud: Get rid of the other dogs. Me:

Bud: Sorry about last night, Human. Me: Go away, Bud. You woke me at 2:00 am! Bud: Nature called. Me: Then you wouldn't come back in. Bud: I'm telling you. Nature called. The neighbors were binge-watching

Me: Hey! It's late. C'mon back here. Bud: Sorry, Human. Things to do. Places to go. Cigars to smoke... Me: ...And you'll come back stinky, hungover and in debt. Bud: Qué será, será... Me: Cut that out!

Me: I'm trying to decide what to make for dinner tonight. Bud: Pizza... Me: Something healthy. Bud: Pizza. Me: Something we haven't had in awhile. Bud: Pizza. Pizza! Me: Hmmm...maybe I should go all-veggie...

(Doorbell rings) Lula: Hi! Can Buddy come out and play? Me: Buddy? Bud: Don't answer that! It's Lula. Me: Too late. Would you like to come in for a puppy cookie? Lula: Don't mind if I do...is my lover

Bud: How much do you love my latest official portrait, Human? Me: It's difficult to find the right words... Bud: I agree...too fabulous, isn't it? I'm thinking it should go in the Smithsonian to make sure

Bud: Let me in. Me: No. Bud: Let me in. Me: I said no. You're in trouble. Bud: Why? Me: You know why. Bud: No I don't. Me: Yes you do. Bud: It wasn't me. Me: Yes. It was. Bud: How do you know that? Me:

Bud: Hey! Me: What? Bud: Can you turn down the lights? Me: Sure. Bud: And rub my tummy? Me: Of course. Bud: Can I watch Animal Planet? Me: You ok? Bud: Well...I could use some pizza... Me: Anything else?

Me: Sit, Bud. Bud: Show me what you got first. Me: That's not how it works. Sit. Bud: What? Like a command? Me: Precisely. Bud: sigh Me: I can wait. Bud: So can I. Me: I give up. Here's your cookie. Bud:

Me: Go away. I'm still angry at you. Bud: For last night? I didn't like those people. Me: They were guests. And you were rude. Bud: They called me "doggie". Me: Just trying to be sociable...

Conversations with Bud: Bud: What day is it? Me: Tuesday. Bud: Hm. Might wanna call the vet. Me: Omigosh, Bud! What's wrong? Bud: I can't remember what happened on Monday. Me: Really? Bud: It's all so