Involved in everything we do, Buddy has learned to love the day we’re home.  He knows it’s his day to watch, get treats, and see all the home things that happen. 

He sniffs our laundry piles and agrees they need the washing machine.  He loves his freshly washed dog food bowls, taking long drinks and slurping all over the floor.  He carefully positions himself right in the middle of the floor so he doesn’t miss the occasional word about “going” somewhere and also making us step over him as we work.

About 2 hours into the home chores, he’s ready to take a trip and reminds us by taking his leash in his mouth and jumping up on the couch.  If that doesn’t get our attention, he’ll lay down on the leash, always ready at a minutes notice.

Finally, it’s time to make a grocery store run.  We check the temperature outside, in Florida that is crucial.  If it’s a hot day, Buddy’s dad will get out the golf cart, take Buddy for  a short ride and then bring him back to the apartment.  Buddy LOVES the golf cart, and stands ready to bark at anything that moves.

He’s not happy about being left, but parks himself with his leash at the top of the stairs, watching us as we walk out the door.  Tilting his head to the left and then the right, he pouts just a little.

We have to be tough, the hot temperatures are not for him.

“We’ll be right back, Buddy.  Stay.  Guard the house. ”  Well, gee.  It’s not all bad.  We left animal planet playing on the TV.

It’s a dog’s life.

-Buddy’s Mom