This is "Buddy". Some of you may remember his photo from my christmas missive of two seasons back, or not.
Buddy is a mixed breed, approximately half dachshund and half gesundheit! You're welcome! He's convinced that he's a Rottweiler but I don't let him tangle with the big dogs, wouldn't want him to embarass them. He's also approaching middledoggieage, he's about seven. He was a rescue, by the lady who I got him from.
He's living with me because the nice lady who had him for two and a half years is terminally ill and she wanted to be sure he had a good home (her son has 3 chihuahas and Buddy, he don't play dat) I told her that if she couldn't find anyone else to take him, I would. I'm pretty sure she stopped looking after that. The good news is that Buddy is housebroken, loves people and doesn't smoke. The bad news is he drinks my beer, cheats at cards and farts, OMFG does he fart. I mean you'd swear that no 15 pound dog on earth could make that much noise and stench, I mean you'd prolly guess it was the work of someone, like, my size.
I caught him messing around on the computer yesterday, so if you get any weird anti-cat screeds, I'm not the one sending them, capice? BTW, he might be checking my references and credit rating. Ixnay on the ruthtay if you get my meaning.
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