Happy Birthday Bukins.
It's been 4 years since you were born to what I imagine to be a very scrappy litter of pups.
How you wound up at North Shore Animal league will always be a mystery, but I like to imagine you simply wanted more out of life.
I picture you staring at your mom, brothers and sisters - with green goo from your infected eyes streaming down your dog cheeks like slimer tears - you look to them and look at the horizon of Long Island, and you knew that you were meant for more than this plabean lifestyle. You were meant to see the world - if not the entire tri-state area.
You decided to break free from the conventional bonds of Long Island puppydom.  You took the steps towards the rest of your life. You ran at full speed (roughly 2 MPH) to a meadow, where you are immediately caught by either a Guido or a farmer (i'm not to clear on that part yet) and handed over to the local authorities. But all was not lost...

Enter Jay, newly released from the Marines. His unconditionally loving sister hoping to help him find the perfect new best friend. He and Meag drive the long drive to the shelter and there you are. Sitting, contemplating your choices, wondering if you will ever see the one place you have always dreamed of...New Jersey. Your eyes met through the bars of your crate, you played hard to get, he made Meag pay for you and with that, two star crossed aquarians found their perfect match. You and Jay became the "it" man/dog combo in all of downtown Jersey City, and possibly the world. You walked by his side and stared at him lovingly - forsaking all others, pooping in Adams bed so as not to disturb Jay's slumber when you needed to go out.

That journey began 4 years ago this February.

Now you find yourself  spending weekends on acres of land, eating endless amounts of deer / pug poo, barking at absolutely nothing, chasing goats, and being generally gross / happy.

Happy Birthday Buka, You Did it.