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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 08/09/2015
GOOD OLD BUDDY
Born 1942, F, from Clearfield, utah, United StatesGood Old Buddy:
Years ago my son Rob brought home a new puppy. He was half Rautwyler and half Brindle Pitt Bull. He was a beautiful dog and quite the mixture, along with a real talkative nature. Every time Rob opened a containter of yogert, he'd hit it with his paw, and would tell you, with a sort of growl, that he just had to have a taste. As a matter of fact, he wanted a taste of everything.
As Rob was trying to train him, taking him outside, and back, to take care of business, poor old Buddy would sometimes get in trouble. He would immediately run to me for protection. Stretching his little head into my neck for cover, as I would be either laying down in bed or on the floor watching a movie. Rob wasn't mean to him, he was just trying to show him, that outside was the place for him to go. He was smart, and learned very fast. As the months followed, his growth was enourmouse. He was mostly all muscle, with the kindness nature.
He was Rob's dog, yet when it was bedtime, here he came. One big leap in the middle of my bed, and three licks later on the side of my cheek, he was all snuggled up on the pillow next to me. Yes, my life had gone to the dogs, but a better protecter, I could never have had. He let me know when the mail person approached, or if company was at the door. He just had the cutest personality.
Buddy's sister lived across the street, and sometimes he wanted to see her, so if he wasn't on his leash, he'd book it across the street. she found a way of getting loose, and also come over to visit Buddy. If the side kitchen door wasn't locked, she could put both paws on it, and push it open. Then all hell broke loose, they would get real roudy, until I called the neighbor to please come get their dog. One time Buddy went to visit, and the dog pound truck pulled up next door. Rob was gone, and I was lucky that when I called him, he immediately came running across the street, behind the truck and into the house. That was a close call. At times he was a handful, but you just couldn't help loving him. With a dog like Buddy, you had to have a fenced in yard, especially in the learning months. For the most part he was well behaved.
He loved to ride in the backseat of the car with me. I had to put a blanket down to cover the seat, and he always loved to stick his head out of the partially shut window, and bark at everything he seen, with his ears flapping in the breeze. Until one day his paw stepped on the automatic window button on the door. He damned near choked himself, letting out a terrible yell. Luckily, I could control the windows from my drivers side door, or he may have been decapitated. Every day was a new adventure with old Buddy.
The most memorable, was when Rob had his dentures soaking in a dispenser of water and efferdent, and good old Buddy found them. Here he came, prancing down the hall, sporting a brand new smile.
GOOD OLD BUDDY(sherel)
Good Old Buddy:
Years ago my son Rob brought home a new puppy. He was half Rautwyler and half Brindle Pitt Bull. He was a beautiful dog and quite the mixture, along with a real talkative nature. Every time Rob opened a containter of yogert, he'd hit it with his paw, and would tell you, with a sort of growl, that he just had to have a taste. As a matter of fact, he wanted a taste of everything.
As Rob was trying to train him, taking him outside, and back, to take care of business, poor old Buddy would sometimes get in trouble. He would immediately run to me for protection. Stretching his little head into my neck for cover, as I would be either laying down in bed or on the floor watching a movie. Rob wasn't mean to him, he was just trying to show him, that outside was the place for him to go. He was smart, and learned very fast. As the months followed, his growth was enourmouse. He was mostly all muscle, with the kindness nature.
He was Rob's dog, yet when it was bedtime, here he came. One big leap in the middle of my bed, and three licks later on the side of my cheek, he was all snuggled up on the pillow next to me. Yes, my life had gone to the dogs, but a better protecter, I could never have had. He let me know when the mail person approached, or if company was at the door. He just had the cutest personality.
Buddy's sister lived across the street, and sometimes he wanted to see her, so if he wasn't on his leash, he'd book it across the street. she found a way of getting loose, and also come over to visit Buddy. If the side kitchen door wasn't locked, she could put both paws on it, and push it open. Then all hell broke loose, they would get real roudy, until I called the neighbor to please come get their dog. One time Buddy went to visit, and the dog pound truck pulled up next door. Rob was gone, and I was lucky that when I called him, he immediately came running across the street, behind the truck and into the house. That was a close call. At times he was a handful, but you just couldn't help loving him. With a dog like Buddy, you had to have a fenced in yard, especially in the learning months. For the most part he was well behaved.
He loved to ride in the backseat of the car with me. I had to put a blanket down to cover the seat, and he always loved to stick his head out of the partially shut window, and bark at everything he seen, with his ears flapping in the breeze. Until one day his paw stepped on the automatic window button on the door. He damned near choked himself, letting out a terrible yell. Luckily, I could control the windows from my drivers side door, or he may have been decapitated. Every day was a new adventure with old Buddy.
The most memorable, was when Rob had his dentures soaking in a dispenser of water and efferdent, and good old Buddy found them. Here he came, prancing down the hall, sporting a brand new smile.
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