Buddy the Wonder Dog

I have a dog named Buddy.

He is truly such a good boy. He is loyal to a fault, loving and never wants to disappoint you. 

He honestly deserves better pet parents, sometimes I think he tries to communicate this to me.  But I just pretend not to notice and pat him on the head.  I can't let on to him that I know this as well.  It would totally blow the whole master image and I already have two little bitches (that would be female dogs I'm referring to thank you very much.  You shouldn't think so ill of me this early on in our relationship. ;) Save it for later, when it's really needed) that do a good enough job of that already. 

Buddy came to us as a stray and is not, what is known as a "lucky dog".  He has had more than his share of tough breaks.  His most recent you ask?  Well, about year or so ago, Buddy and his best pal Cowboy were engaged in a "turf war" with one of the local gangs (stray dog pack).  It happened in the middle of the night, like most shady dealings do and it got pretty heated.  The Husband had to get up and go check on our late night warriors, who were honorably defending our homestead or well......to tell them to shut the H E double hockey sticks up!  There were a few battle wounds but nothing serious or so I thought....... 

A few days later Buddy was lying on the floor in my bedroom.  As I was walking past him, I glanced down and my eyes fell on a festering, oozing wound.  Guess where that wound was?  That's right.  Right smack dab in the middle of where the sun don't shine, sweet Caroline.  This poor poor guy.  It really was Buddy's luck.  Cowboy got a few scratchs on his face and nose but Buddy got a bite in the balls!  That were now infected.  I called The Husband in to take a look.  He looked at Buddy's now holey male parts and then with a look of pity, locked eyes with him.  They had silent conversation.  Buddy looking fearful.  Husband projecting confidence and compassion that it was all gonna be okay.  I looked back and forth between them while this went on.  Something only understood between males who have been kicked or bitten in Buddy's case, in their nether region.  "Call the Vet, take him in" And so I did.  Buddy made it, his balls did not.   Life just ain't fair sometimes. 

On to the point of this story...

Yesterday morning when i went to let the two smaller furry heathens (a.k.a Posha & Sugar) in my hoard out to pee.  I looked to my immediate left where Buddy normally resides.

This is what I found......

Then I found this, it was still attached to Buddy at the time.  When he decided to make an appearance from wherever it was he spent the night. 

You could imagine my surprise.  Not only was Buddy not where he was suppose to be.  But, you see this wire/cable whatever it is called?  It was supposed to have held a 150lb dog.

This is Buddy.....

Buddy is not 150lbs

This is also Buddy.  Notice anything about him that is a little different from your average four legged friend?  That's right.  Good observance.  Buddy is three legged (attributed by another tough break and a car)  and also not 150lbs.

So here is my question.  How does a three legged, not 150lb dog break a cable meant to hold a 150lb dog?  I don't get it.  I don't see how this is possible. 

Then while hauling him into his holding cell......I mean laundry room.....I mean hell (I mean that for both him and I, because that is what the laundry room is an extension of hell.  I actually think it also might be a portal.  Fortunately I'm a christian.  But mark my word when those days come, the fires of hell will open up thru laundry rooms) my brain takes over and I am suddenly saddened by this situation.  I think to myself maybe something out there was feeling sorry for Buddy and said "you know that poor dog has had it "ruff" ( ha ha, bad joke.  couldn't help myself) and caused that cable to snap, setting poor Buddy free to roam once again.  And for one night Buddy ran.  He could feel the wind in his hair, new grass on his back, pee on trees and limbs he had been eyeing for months, thinking to himself "one day, oh yes one day".  He could go kick it in the back with Cowboy.  Give him a "what up, Dog?" (literally) sniff. 

Thus the dawn cometh...... and all of Buddy's doggie dreams were shattered once again, at my first bellowing of "Buuudddyyyyyy".  Sadness....Some Dogs have all the luck,  Buddy just isn't one of them.

But he will still always greet you with excitement and a tail wag no matter what.  What lessons we can learn if we really pay attention.

The Reluctant Domestic

P.S. Incase you are wondering why Buddy is on a cable in the first place, it's because he started getting a little chase happy with folks traveling on two wheels.....

*Garbage is playing on my itunes :)