Yesterday evening I went in to take a shower to get ready for church. My son Layne was working on his 1989 truck, sheep were all fed and put up for the night. Layne heard Buford going BOOF BOOF BOOF. Not a loud bark, just boofing, that is what gave Buford his name. It morfed from Boofer to Buford. Layne said do it right and call him Buford T. Justice and that is his registered name.
Anyway, Layne would talk to Buford, then stick his head back under the hood. BOOF BOOF BOOF. Clearly Buford wanted Layne's attention, Layne talked to him some more, kept working on the truck, he was running a new wire, threading it through and putting it in the split loom with other wires. BOOF BOOF BOOF. This went back and forth several more times and finally Layne went through the gate and over the hog panel and petted Buford. He kept up a conversation with Buford, What do you want? What do you see? You got something to show me? Then he hit on it when he said Do you want to go to WORK? At those words, Buford exploded with excitement, running halfway to the gate to the night pen, back to Layne, halfway to the night pen, back to Layne. Layne went to the gate, opened it and Buford ran in to be with his sheep for the night.
