Hey there, future human. It’s me, Honey Bun — yes, the Honey Bun. You might’ve heard about me. Smart, independent, loyal, and if I’m being honest, a bit of a diva (but in a good way). I’m here to give you the inside scoop on what my best day ever looks like — and maybe, just maybe, convince you that your couch needs a little extra sparkle. (Spoiler: it’s me. I’m the sparkle — just ask my foster.)
The perfect day starts with breakfast — obviously. Food is queen and I am her loyal subject. Kibble? Yes. Treats? Double yes. You got leftovers? I’m listening.
Then it’s time for a walk, please and thank you. I’ve got a lot of ground to cover and even more smells to catalog. I’m a cattle dog, after all — detective work runs in my veins. My route must include at least one good sunbathing spot. I stretch out, let the sun warm my back, and hum a little John Denver to myself. “Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy…” (You can hum too if you want. I won’t judge.)
Next up? Yard time. Bonus points if there’s a jolly egg involved. I have a long-term, mildly competitive relationship with that thing. One day, I will conquer it.
But don’t forget—I’m not just muscles and sunshine. I’m a brainiac too. Ask me to sit, shake, lie down—I’ll crush it. Just bring the treats. I haven’t met one I don’t like. And showing off is kind of my thing.
After that? I might circle back for more sniffing. The perimeter won’t patrol itself.
When it’s time to head in, I do appreciate that the volunteers try to make it cozy. They fluff up my bed, set up my little throne, and I settle in as best I can. But let’s be real—this isn’t the kind of palace I had in mind.
Shelter life? It’s fine. I make the best of it. But I dream of the day I’m not tucked into a kennel, but onto a couch. Or a bed. Or that sunny spot by the back door where I can snooze in peace without the sound of 12-200 dogs all yelling about their feelings.
If you want to sit with me for a while, tell me I’m pretty, and maybe sneak me a biscuit... you might just be the person I’ve been waiting for. Let’s trade this temporary throne for a permanent kingdom, yeah?
*Pupdate: I wrote this before my awesome foster scooped me up and took her into her castle. Great digs! So, now that I’m living the life I was made for, I’m just needing a castle that is mine!
Look, I’m going to keep it real. If it’s got four legs and a tail and it isn’t me? I’d prefer it just… wasn't there. Dogs, raccoons, noisy kennel neighbors—I’d like my space, thanks. Solitude is self-care.
I’m happiest when I have a human who gets me. Someone who’s just the right mix of let’s-go-explore and let’s-do-nothing-together. Some days I want to chase smells and solve mysteries. Other days, I want to lounge in the sun and nap like it’s a competitive sport.
I don’t need perfection. I just need someone who sees me. Who understands that loyalty, intelligence, and a little sass make the perfect companion.
So… what do you say? Is your life missing a little Honey Bun?
Because I think we might just be each other’s best day.
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With love, nose boops, and a well-earned swagger,
Honey Bun
