Buddy was my “first” dog, ever. I was 22-years-old and never had a dog; sad, I know. I grew up in a household that only wanted cats (no offense to cats). I knew nothing about dogs, how they act, what that woof meant, etc.
My husband and his family had a dog, Thor, for almost 14 years. I knew Thor for about a year and half, until he passed away in 2005. The family decided to not get another dog right away, which is understandable; you can’t “replace” a pet. At the end of 2006 the family, mainly my mother-in-law discussed getting another dog, but it had a to be a Golden Retriever male. We found out that a family close by had a bunch of puppies that needed good homes.
My mother-in-law talked with my father-in-law and they decided that they’d get one of the puppies. The mom dog was a Golden Retriever and the dad dog was a German Shepherd, so there was a chance Buddy would be the golden dog. My mother-in-law and I decided to take the Jeep to see the puppies. There were a lot of them! A male golden dog not spoken for, but he was mixed with the Shepherd. We hung around with all of the puppies for quite a bit, watching that one particular dog. The dog that became Buddy decided to challenge his mother and try to take her bone. When this didn’t work out, Buddy went over to one of siblings and knocked it down a little hill. We knew Buddy would be an interesting dog!
My mother-in-law spent some one on one time with Buddy and she decided to purchase this golden fur ball. The coolest part about this whole story is Buddy rode on home on my lap. I was able to pet him and talk with him and basically get to know this little guy. Buddy was only 9-weeks-old and kind of sleepy on the ride home, but he listened to the talking and observed his surroundings. In a nutshell, Buddy was my “first” dog.
Over the years, Buddy and I have formed quite an awesome friendship. I’ve gotten to see Buddy grow from a timid puppy to a large Golden Shepherd with a big bark and ears that he finally grew into. My fondest memory of Buddy is when he was little. I’d chase him around the coffee table and Buddy would put his ear down, as if to show that he was signaling his turns. We did this until he got too big to do the sharp turns; he is quite a large dog. There was a time when he moved away and I did not see him as much, but I’d always ask about him and request that my mother in law pet him for me. We live a little closer now, so I can see him on occasion, while Eclipse plays with him. Buddy has shown me that dogs are great, loyal, and fun to play with. Buddy has been so kind to our dog, Eclipse. He’s very tolerant of her not sharing the Frisbee or her bopping his head every time they see each other. Whenever we see Buddy, even though he’s now an old pooch, he’s always up for a game of chase.
Written by Nikki Harbeston, Creative Stuff, for LAA Pet Talk. She resides in South Carolina with her husband and dog. Her blog features Diary of a Chubby Piggie and Into the Journey of Dog. Copyright August 2013-March 2014.
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