Buddy Here - Checking In

Buddy here - checking in.  It's been one month since my last confession.  Errr,  ummmm, I mean another month as a permanent foster has passed.  There were a few moments.  Let's see. There were the three pots I drug off the deck last week and disassembled.  There was the pot I knocked off yesterday and dug about in.  Yes, I see a trend here, do you?  

There was the cut on the bottom of my foot.  Nope, not saying how that happened.  Sorry about the blood on the floor.  Didn't I do a good job tracking it all through the house? Spread your blood, I mean love all about.

Oh ya, there was the old tree stump you used as a coffee table.  I tell you there was a rodent inside it that had to be flushed out.    And, I need to mention the toads.  Dang the toad hunting is good here.  Anyone else notice they look way better than they taste?  Egads they make me slobber.  

There have been visits by that other pointer recently.  He has a silly name.  Freckles, who names a dog that when the name Buddy exists?  Bud, Buddy, Budwheezer.  You can't say Freck. Freckbudy and Freckwheezer.  It just doesn't make sense.  

Now, I get checked regularly for new lumps and bumps.  More often than a boob in a mammogram clinic.  Any time I expose my belly for belly rubs I get checked.  Geesh...give it a rest.  So far so good!

I've been digging the bee's too.  Lots of clover blooming in the yard makes the bee hunting fabulous.  My success rate for catching them varies too.  Mostly because they fight back.

So there you have it.  I'm still kicking it and getting into mischief.  It's good, I'm good...and the treats here are good.  May treats rain from your sky, they sure do from mine.

~Buddy.

No Remorse

One thing I love about dogs...one of a thousand or so, is how they live a life of acceptance.  If the treat jar is opened, they accept that good things are about to happen.  If they find a nibble accidentally dropped on the floor, they accept it was meant to be just for them.  They accept your meager show of love and bless it with their unlimited wealth of affection.  They absolutely ooze with affection and gratitude. If that isn't a lesson to us it should be.

Here's another one.  They show no remorse.  In spite of the photo's and dog shaming signs we see on social media, I don't believe they feel any guilt.  At least for certain I know my dogs weren't raised Catholic.  No guilt, no remorse.

You drop your cookie?  They won't ever say "hey, let me get that for you...or you wanna share?"  Nope.  They see an open spot, and I do mean spot, on the recliner and are unabashed in joining you.  Move over, make way, can you shift just a little. Pretty soon they have the prime real estate and you're squished side ways wondering what happened.  Give a dog a place on a king size bed and they take their 1/3 of it diagonally along with 75% of the blankets.

They don't mind showing you what they are afraid of, or what they get excited about.  They certainly aren't choosy about who they are silly in front of.  And if there is one thing they are lacking it's the ability to laugh out loud. Probably not an oversight, now that I think of it.  Surely they would be laughing their butts off constantly at the struggles humans have and the amount of remorse we have for having them.  

Mick doesn't feel bad in the least for napping more hours a day than he is awake. Buddy doesn't stress over the holes he digs.  He finds his way out of them which is more than some folks can say.  Layla never worries over the enthusiasm that she just can't contain.  People should be so open to tapping into that joyous energy.   

They are what they are and they give it their all.  Without hesitation, remorse and with more than their share of the bed.