Remembering Buddy

We've reminisced a lot about Buddy. Retelling all our favorite stories, like how he would slide across the tile in the kitchen at the old house, sometimes crashing into the cabinets or door all in pursuit of his beloved cow-cow, the many nights when I awoke to Bud sleeping on my pillow, tail on my head, how we often took him on hikes only to end up carrying him the rest of the way, the first night we brought him home from the shelter, I slept on the kitchen floor with him because he was crying his now infamous and very undog-like uurr, uurr, uurr, uurr, uurr. The day Shawn set up the webcam to capture how Buddy escapes from the gate in the kitchen but instead he just stood with his paws on the gate staring at the camera the entire day. He also made several escapes from the yard, once the FedEx lady brought him back home, talk about a special delivery. Another time, right after we moved to Poway, a woman about 6 houses away found him but he still had his old tags with our old phone number. It just happened that her dad was a private investigator and used the old number to find our new one. Lucky Dog! Of course, we also remembered the countless times he knocked over the trash cans and spread trash from one end of the kitchen to the other or the times he would get stuck in Logan's room for the night and poop all over the floor, leaving Logan to wake up to the most horrific smells. Then there was the time he stood with his head out the doggy door and his backside still in the house and peed. The chairs he ate, the holes he dug, the reasons why we stopped taking him to dog parks.

To honor Buddy's memory, we decided it would be nice to plant something in the yard. Logan said it had to be a plant with flowers. I asked him why that was important and his response melted my heart. "What does it have before it flowers? BUDS" It still brings tears to my eyes. At the nursery we selected a white rose bush, because Buddy was white.

Logan designed these stepping stones too.

Here is our first BUD And a beautiful white bloom

Goodbye Buddy

He was a good ol' dog! To quote Logan's autobiography that he wrote a couple weeks ago, "I have a pet dog named Buddy. He is around 14 years old and in dog years he’d be about 98. That’s old! When he was younger, he ran around like crazy. Now he’s very slow."

Logan was born about 6 hours after this picture was taken

Everyone always referred to you as a lucky dog...we were lucky to have you in our lives. We'll miss you Bud Bud!

Junior Harry Potter shares Buddy♥ Love♥

It's just a bit past noon right now and Buddy is exhausted! Caden really LOVES Buddy...if Buddy was younger, they would be bestest of friends. Instead, Buddy tolerates Caden and Caden takes full advantage of it... Caden found Logan's Harry Potter glasses this morning and apparently had to share his adorableness. 0

(doesn't Buddy look THRILLED?)

Then the glass went back on, UPSIDE DOWN :)

Fast Forward to lunch time. While I was fixing sandwiches, I looked over to find Caden standing on the laundry basket. He had overturned the basket which was full of freshly folded blankets and towels.

Now take a closer look!

Buddy is in the basket!!

poor Buddy! and I guess I'm re-washing those towels and blankets :(

Buddy, the wonder dog

It's a wonder he's still alive. We had a scare with Buddy a few days back. He had, what the Vet called, a central nervous system episode. His back rear leg stopped working and he kept walking in circles, falling over and over again. Now he's on Alzheimer medication. We hope it helps!

He also just got a hair cut... here he is before, all cozy on one of my NEW throw pillows (how does he know?!?)

And here is the bald rat dog after....now he can see and wander around the yard without collecting every fallen leaf and pine needle...YEAH! And he smells like a baby!!

We love you Bud Bud!!

Feeding Frenzy

Unloading Groceries, a regular task, millions of people do it everyday, right?...I dropped Caden and the first bag in the kitchen while I ran out to the car to grab the second load...look what happened! Caden found the bag of pretzels that we opened on the way home. Not only did he find the bag, but he dumped them out on the floor. When I first walked in he was tap dancing on the pretzel rods, with the absolute look of joy on his face. I turned to grab the camera when Buddy joined in on the fun. Munch Munch Munch

New Trick

Caught Caden in the act...he can do this over and over and over again...

Poor Buddy, he doesn't know what to think...Caden finds a way to invade every aspect of his simple doggy life.

"He's still alive"

That is my usual response when someone asks how Buddy is doing. We've had him for about

9 years and the shelter said he was probably 5 or 6 years old when we adopted him. That makes him an old dog. But even with all his old dog ailments, he still needs to be right there in the action. He constantly keeps an eye on Caden. Is he being protective? Not sure, but Caden LOVES the doggie. He watches the dogs every move and when given the opportunity tries to grab a fist full of fur. Buddy of course is his usual self...thinking "hey kid, I just need to know where you are...but touching me, that is not necessary". Oh Buddy, if only we really knew what went on in that head of yours.