If you were around during the early plotmonkey days, you remember I had a dog named BUDDY. Buddy was the best dog. Oh, he had his bad habits, pooping in certain rooms, occasionally in his crate … he had fur that wasn’t the easiest to keep groomed … but he was the light of my life and the dog of my heart. He wasn’t my first dog, so I can honestly say I know the difference. Each dog is different, each brings something special to my life and my home. Buddy’s birthday is today. He was 12 1/2 when we lost him and its’ surreal for me to say he would have been 16. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY BOY. You are always missed.
In a very odd way, Brady is very much like Buddy. He poops where he wants (not in the crate thank goodness), he has that cranky fur that’s hard to keep easily groomed. When he looks into my eyes, I think he really knows me. But it’s hard to believe he never knew Buddy. Bailey did. She never showed me she missed him. I think she knew it was his time and he needed to go. But she loved him. And so did I.