Monday, July 9, 2007

This Man's Best Friend

In reality my wife is my best friend, but don't tell our seven-year-old Retriever-Cocker Spaniel mix. Buddy would freak if he knew he came in second. Buddy is a pound pup. I got him seven years ago, come October. He's the best dog we've ever owned. Gentle, playful, attentive; he's always ready for a nap, a snack, or a walk. He sleeps at the foot of our bed...when he's not on the bed and he lives for table scraps--especially gravy. His only drawback is that he hates fireworks.

We named him Buddy because of his friendly disposition. And over the years, he's lived up to his name. But he also answers to other names as well.

There's 'Buddysarus-Rex, and 'the Budster.'

Then there's 'Mister Buddy,' and 'Buddyroo.'

Lastly there's 'Wondermutt,' and 'Superpooch.'

He's telling us that it's time for bed.

1 comment:

Ann said...

A wonderful post! He is our best friend. He keeps me company when you're at work.